Suddenly your hair looks a whole lot alluring than it used to.
Suddenly I start noticing a lot of weird things about you,
and I like those things.
Suddenly I start considering the future, with you in it.
And I get confused, cause I still like her.
This is bad.
Especially since its you.
Of all people.
Woe is me.
Alas, Romeo, thy future prospects are suspect.
Especially when that one starts filling your head.
Purge the thought, lest it taketh root, and condemns thy lovely countenance to doom along with it.
You are not going to fall for her.
D'arvit.
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The above was supposed to be the real title, but trust me the blogskin screwed up on meLiving life to the fullest And I won't say anything at all. To all the lovely bitches like you Get your boots on |
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And even when you look away I know you think of me - Sunday, January 30, 2011 @ 7:36 PM
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And even when you look away I know you think of me - Sunday, January 30, 2011 @ 7:36 PM
Suddenly your hair looks a whole lot alluring than it used to.
Suddenly I start noticing a lot of weird things about you, and I like those things. Suddenly I start considering the future, with you in it. And I get confused, cause I still like her. This is bad. Especially since its you. Of all people. Woe is me. Alas, Romeo, thy future prospects are suspect. Especially when that one starts filling your head. Purge the thought, lest it taketh root, and condemns thy lovely countenance to doom along with it. You are not going to fall for her. D'arvit. |
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 Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world. This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst. My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me. And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre. I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn. *hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.
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