Where’s My Oxygen?

Naturally, people talk. Sometimes, people talk too much. Where is the balance between being a nice person and listening, and being an as$hole and telling them to shut the hell up? How can people be so completely oblivious to the fact that we can’t wait for the moment where they’ve finally sucked all the breathable air out of the room and the “conversation” can finally come to an end – even if it means that we may die of suffocation waiting for that moment?

One Response to “Where’s My Oxygen?”

  1. Hayat says:

    hehehe who the hell did put u on ur edge?
    take it easy … not worth it,, keep one of your earphones working and give him the free ear :p

    I had a dream about u and Kristin yesterday .. hope everything is good with you guys :)

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