whao, baby, i m the backdoor man

The men don't know
But the little girls understand
backdoor man - the doors

i live two lives. i ve always lived two lives. we all live two lives. the time when we were kids and the present, we show a face which satisfies other people and their expectations and the other live that we spent in dissappointment, thinking, wondering, fearing, surverying. just that when i m alone, i think of myself in a dark and dying world. fucking paranoia.

"so how was the concert?". didnt go. didnt wanted to go. i went to mini golf instead and smoked two sheeshas alone. although, i d temperature, sore throat, flu. when you wake up at 4 in the morning and start coughing your lungs out, thats when you know how sore your throat really is. we went to al fateh later. and there i saw someone who was not supposed to see me there at that time. my sister was already in a safe place. i hid behind a counter and crawled back to the safe place where we werent seen. when i came back on earth (by standing of course) i saw all eyes were on me and my sister kept saying 'you re a freak'. hahah, i mean what the hell was i supposed to do there when i didnt wanted the other person to see me :|

anyways, spent the afternoon at khalas new home. laughed at stupid ol' time jokes. that was so long ago. seems like yesterday, how cliched but true. its getting cold. i m wearing socks already (partly because i m sick) but whatever. and there is not even an inch of my body which wants to wake up in the morning for an early 8am class.