Effort not equals results.
Phooey.
Literature, why must you be a bitch at times like these.
Sigh.
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Starstruck
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Because Cute, Smart, and Funny don't mean a thing
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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I could watch you dance for hours - Monday, October 31, 2011 @ 6:14 PM
I wonder why I even bother. Time and time again.
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So tell me when, you're gonna let me in - Saturday, October 29, 2011 @ 7:39 PM
STOP.
Think. Write. That's how I try to approach some of my posts. Then there are the others that are just continuations of things that hit me. Out pourings of emotion, or something weird that I thought of. Well actually that last one was the same as the first one. I love this place. ******************************************** Never listen to Taylor Swift on treble boost if you value your ears. Ouch. ******************************************** I think I'm scared that I'm going to hit 60 kg and realise I still have to lose more. It's getting harder and harder to lose weight. Vanity vanity, all is vanity. Labels: fragments, my weird opinion, Others |
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Dashboard - Thursday, October 27, 2011 @ 5:55 PM
"It takes a silly girl to laugh about the dreams they had but a lonely one to wish that she had never dreamt at all. "
Why does Dashboard confessional always have to be so poignant. :/ makes me think. ******************************************************************** I'd rather be dreamless than dream of you. - Ghosts At least that's who it was credited to. Who the heck is that. Dammit. Can someone help me find that? I think its a beautiful yet sad and angsty lyric. I want to hear that song.
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I miss who we were - Wednesday, October 26, 2011 @ 6:36 PM
My parents always have to be right about everything.
They argue and quarrel over the littlest of details. Of anything. In some ways I do that to. I don't even know how much of it is my fault since I probably learnt it from somewhere. One thing though is that when it matters to people, I know enough to give in. At least I would never fight for something if I knew it would hurt someone. Someone I care about. At least that's what I think. Not on purpose I wouldn't. It's what makes me me. And them them. I am sick to death of it all. All of this. All of who I am. How much of who I am is my fault and how much of it isn't. How messed up my childhood was and my family and upbringing is. Chill man. I just gotta learn from their mistakes. And suck it up. Sigh. Remember again. Be prepared to give it all for the ones you care about. Cause ain't anything worth them. You remember that kiddo. Remember it well. Always. |
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All That We've Been Through - Tuesday, October 25, 2011 @ 9:14 PM
So after a few months of a break I stepped back onto the soccer field today.
...and on my very first attempt to kick a bouncing ball I lifted my right foot normally, missed as usual and felt my left foot buckle onto its side for some reason, bringing the weight of my entire body onto the joint as it twisted. Resulting in me falling to the floor and clutching my ankle for forever much to the amusement of everyone around me. So now I guess I'm off soccer for a week until it get's better. Zzt Seems to always happen.
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As Long As You Love Me - Monday, October 24, 2011 @ 6:29 PM
Suck it up little angel, cause you going to be in for the ride of your life tomorrow.
Zzt. Just remember. Don't blow your top. You can always leave if you want. Should you even go? You told him you would. No point not going because of the rest. It's not about them. It's not about you. Now go and have a blast. but we could stay in school and have a great time.... Its not about you. |
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Will You Count Me In? - @ 3:54 PM
I'm bored as hell.
And sem-trippy listening to weird music. Well the music is normal...its just the circumstances I am listening them to under is not. Meaning that due to my not entirely normal state of mind, I am listening to um sad music when I am ambivalent, and using weird words and generally thinking like a loon. If you didn't understand that....well as I think I have said it before. Neither do I. I have forgotten how to have fun. :/
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Sunshine into my veins - Sunday, October 23, 2011 @ 4:30 PM
And I'm in love with ditziness
******************************************* I shouldn't be like this. I'm being taken over. It's time to take a hiatus from all that...that.....problems. We may only have tonight.
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And Pray to God who hears you - Saturday, October 22, 2011 @ 10:04 PM
Did you even come back to me?
I really wonder. In some ways yes. In some ways no. Sigh. Must you really do this? You've probably thought it through anyway. Don't bother yourself with me. ************************************************************* Perhaps I shouldn't be emotionally turbulent. note to self. Adhere to to-do list. Also. Create new to-do list. I.E. one after this one. To-do list: 1. Create a to-do list. Labels: fragments, open letter, random |
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Not Sure You Know - @ 9:49 AM
I don't know why my dreams are always so odd.
************************************************** Next year's coming. It's a fresh start. I'd better not screw it up. **************************************************** AND LIVERPOOL BETTER THRASH TEH SHIT OUT OF NORWICH CITEH. YEAH.
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It's Lilac - Friday, October 21, 2011 @ 9:40 PM
It was a pleasure to have spent my evening watching the RGS EDS play this year. Hmmm. Yellow Flags was it? I think it was called.
I don't really care what my fellow critics may say about it, about how transitions were messy, it was obviously not well polished and idk. To me the most important thing about music, theatre and art in general is the heart. And this play, the actors had a lot of heart. There were moments where I believed in everything. The heartbreak, sorrow and joy. And yes, that made it for me. I think I realised it when despite the high-pitched voice of that girl, though its a little hard for me to think of her as a boy consciously, at least the attraction to her co-actor playing her love interest was believable and seemed real, not in a lesbian way. Somehow the thing that touched me most was the performance of the person playing Bethany. Oh I should check her name really. Hmm. Yellow-flagged. I probably shouldn't put her full name here so I'll just call her Jolyn. To me, Jolyn's flaws in her acting stood out the most. Her character didn't seem real enough as compared to the other louder characters like the dynamic and energetic Alicia, she got a few reactions wrong and her facial expressions were wonky at times. But especially in the video montage and in all the parts really where she addressed her non-appearing husband Michael were the parts of the play that um affected me the most I guess. No matter how much I might have identified with the other characters. Honestly I'd say I didn't identify with that character, but I could sympathise a lot. That felt real to me. Maybe its just me being a sucker for love, but from that point on I bought the play. heh. Besides that it was a wonderful reality check. I'm definitely not going to players next year. Rubbing shoulders with all of them would be heavily intimidating. o: Oh and before I forget one more thing. The audience were absolutely appalling. But then I realised cause of the nature of the school culture it was probably like that every year and they expected the audience to do the certain things they did. I.e. hoot at every single mention of love and relationships. Despite that they actually staged the play which I thought was wonderfully brave and courageous in the face of the stupid school culture. And they silenced the laughter in the end. That's the important part. Though honestly even if they hadn't sold me over, they had me all bundled up. Really. Pretty stunning even without considering that they did this in two weeks. Scary shtuff. Labels: fragments, my weird opinion, RP |
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Weightless - Wednesday, October 19, 2011 @ 10:15 PM
My life seems less complicated and more happy when I'm actually obsessing over music instead of using the music to blast away my emotion.
Hmmm. Its scary to see how fast some bands can simply fade out of the public eye. Like how people my age don't know All Time Low. Mention those three words and you'll most likely get weird looks or get asked if you're referring to the song by The Wanted. Which incidentally is a british boy band. And yes, its that bad. Considering the fact that they were once regarded as one of the world's best punk rock acts as late as 2008 and were competing with Fall Out Boy and poised to take up the legacy of blink 182, that's a rather big fall. Stil...I like a lot of their music. Haven't come across stuff from their latest albums yet. Though judging from music reviews its probably a good thing. I should probably get used to the good bands expire thing.. Like Augustana. Their music is shit now. Sigh. They went from bad alt with their first album to Alt/punk rock in their second to their own brand of Alternate and Rock in the third. In their fourth they went "Indie". Not that they actually went indie, they just went out there and started sounding like all those Indie bands. Pffft. It's gotten them popular I see. Not with me though. Labels: music |
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Still can't fix this - @ 8:32 PM
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Skip a beat, let those flowers bloom - @ 1:46 PM
SCHOOLS OUT. FOREVER
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Play Pretend - Tuesday, October 18, 2011 @ 10:37 PM
It's perfectly fine to poke fun at me if you're my friend, slightly irritating when I hardly know you, and just BEYOND obnoxious when I've never talked to you in my entire life.
I swear facebook is unhealthy for social etiquette. Maybe I just don't like his face or the fact that he made absolutely no sense at all. Or just the fact that he contravened the hidden rules of the slightly irrelevant and illogical discussion I was having with my friend albeit in a public place. And by bulldozing his way into the conversation he threw an insult at me that he probably found funny. I thought it made no sense at all and it spoiled my fun. Yeah I don't like his face. Labels: rant |
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For the wrong team - @ 4:15 PM
Now this is epic on some other level.
Taylor Swift rocked out to fall out boy when she was in high school? Whooo. Maybe I'm biased. Or maybe Taylor's vocal's on this track are pretty killer Okay I'm ballistic but I really like Taylor's covers of these songs. SOME MORE THEY ARE LIKE SOME OF MY FAVOURITE SONGS. Labels: music |
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Liberati Acoustica! - @ 3:51 PM
I've updated my playlist.
Let's hope these happy times will last. Really sad that I had to drop Smile and any Script songs from the playlist though because I couldn't get any videos to work. ): I dropped must have done something right as well but i supposed it didn't fit too well anyway. Still. Have a blast. I could only load live versions. >:/ I find it highly suspicious. AVRIL WHY YOU DON'T LET ME USE YOUR MUSIC LOL. I nearly had to drop girlfriend. Heck. On a side note. I originally planned for only 2 Marianas Trench songs. But if its a pop/rock playlist, I was never going to only leave two of those on here. But I kept it happy. Ludicrously happy. Oh clap for me! (: My goodness I've been at this for an hour and a half. HUNTING FOR VIDEO FOR YOUR LOVE IS MY DRUG. Ke$ha: I don't know if ya'll seen the video...but I get to ride an alaphant! |
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Nitrates, Group 1 and Ammonium Salts are soluble. - Monday, October 17, 2011 @ 8:41 PM
Sulphates are soluble with the exception of lead barium calcium. (calcium sulphate sparingly soluble)
Chlorides Bromides and Iodides are insoluble with the exception of lead and silver. Carbonates oxides hydroxides are not soluble. ****************************************************** I hate that piece of crap the solubility table. I hate chemistry. Everytime I go for another major examination I have to re-memorize the solubility table and all the other random shit. And the stuff I need to remember just gets more and more. Which is why I'm not taking it in JC. I feel so happy. I had the last science lesson of my life last last thursday. but for now....... Then again, there's still the checking of exam papers. So.... Heck. I can't mug with music most unfortunately. It's cause I end up enjoying the music too much, or I end up being absorbed in it. This results in me either staring blankly ahead, closing my eyes (and hopefully not falling asleep) staring at the ceiling and lying on my back, jumping around, clapping, tapping, or dancing in a weird way; there's also singing along, but thats pretty much a given. I laugh too. Music is love. |
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But We Can't Talk about it. - @ 8:23 PM
I think it's a testament to that song that I've quoted the same lyric thrice.
Well its two times, this was an accidental double post and I'm too lazy open up a new post and rename it. <3 Hearts are the new black. Maybe I should pinkify my wardrobe. I did not just say that. NO IAN NO. NEVER.
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But We Can't Talk about it. - @ 8:23 PM
Never thought I'd see the day but heck.
This is so cute. No. I stress. THIS IS SO KEWT. <3 <333333333  It's like the only thing that could potentially beat that is this  but the earphone looks like it stinks so. Oh welllll. Nooo if only I had real photoshop skillz. Oh yeah. I sound like an RGS girl on crack. SHEEPZ TO DA MOON. Yeah they sound like that. Love ya'll Don't say you don't love me too DDDDDD: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ;D How old am I again? fourteeeennnnn Labels: random, random pic |
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I liked it better when you were here - @ 1:36 PM
This is the first augustana song I heard. Courtesy of Germaine. I don't think she knows it anyway, it was just one of the tracks from Stars and Boulevards which she had only for Boston I guess. I love it. Too bad I couldn't find I complete version on the net. Sigh. My life's been a whirl. Freedom's a short while away, then I'll go sort out this mess. Labels: music |
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We're still walking home - Sunday, October 16, 2011 @ 9:13 PM
I like oranges, very eclectic. You owe us. Something tingles in liberal lands.
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We Can't Talk About It - @ 7:38 PM
He regarded the woman at the door as he entered his living room as she spoke from the door.
"Oh your mother isn't at home? Well don't need to wake her then." Thick voice, fake british accent, snobby Singaporean his mind instantly thought. He didn't like her. "Who's that?" He asked his brother. "Uh, just the neighbour downstairs, our neighbour opposite has been splashing water and she wanted to get their number. Immediately they heard a knocking and the unpleasant sound of that formerly smiling woman's voice. "Open the door, I know you're in there. If not I'll have to call the security guard." He really didn't like her. He was rather fond of his neighbours and he knew them to be a typical Singaporean family. Well as typical as they could be if they had strange amounts of people going in and out of the house at random times. But anyway, they were cool. Though it was a Sunday, this usually meant that either only the old man of the family was at home, usually watching an intolerably loud chinese soap opera, or it was just the maid. Judging by the closed door and the lack of loud chinese soap opera music, the old man wasn't at home either. The woman started up again, still in that snivelling snobbish pained perfect english, interrupting his train of thought. "Hello? Yes? Yes dear, the motherfucking cowards are refusing to open the door. Can you look out your window and shout up at them. They are still in there the bitches." Oh the irony, he thought. "Yes dear, call up the security guards, lets see how long these dogshitting shitheads can stand in there." More knocking. "Open the door. Open the bloody door, I know you're in there." It was really starting to grate on his nerves. Just his luck that he was trying to eat his lunch at that current moment. "You shitheads, better open the door now or I'll call the police." He had had enough. "Excuse me ma'am, while we'd understand your current state of mind and most certainly do appreciate your impassioned remonstrations on behalf of the neighbourhood lest we too suffer from a similar act of water-splashing, we hope you do remember that I am only sixteen and I can repeat every single expletive that you have uttered in the last five minutes and I'm quite sure all the five year olds in the block can as well. I thank you for your willingness and courage to uphold the peace and enforce civic-mindedness in this community. He really didn't like her voice. |
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Lay down, rest your pretty head now - @ 12:22 PM
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Standing in the front row - Friday, October 14, 2011 @ 6:08 PM
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I'll Still Miss You Tomorrow - Wednesday, October 12, 2011 @ 11:51 PM
Blogstalking for me is voyeuristic I guess.
It's really stalking for me. I read blogs, the more personal the better. Whether I know the person or not is another thing. Which is why I can spend my time trawling the depths of stranger's minds. For those of you who think this blog is annoying. Well..lets just say I'd read a blog like this, even if I didn't know the person. Labels: myself |
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Honestly.... - Tuesday, October 11, 2011 @ 4:46 AM
Is there anyone who thinks Hayley William's voice isn't good enough?
Disgusting. Honestly Glee, if you want to cover it, at least change something. Labels: music |
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Mish Stash - Saturday, October 8, 2011 @ 8:39 PM
I'm officially going inactive here. i.e. I won't posting regularly until the end of the exams.
Sigh. Studying has caught up with me. And for this evening, my nose has caught up with me. ): Labels: Others |
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- Thursday, October 6, 2011 @ 9:47 PM
When showering, do you start the water and then get in, or get in then start the water?
Get in and then start the shower. Do you read the labels on your shampoo bottle? :/ I don't even differentiate between shampoo and body wash sometimes. Deal with it. Do you moan in the shower like the people on the Herbal Essences commercial? Wait what sort of commercial is that. Moan? O_O Have you ever showered with someone of the opposite sex? No...! Have you ever been forced to shower with one of your siblings? Fortunately not? Have you ever brushed your teeth in the shower? Never. Have you ever dropped your soap on your foot? Um....I've been taught that bar soap is disgusting, so I don't use it a lot. I always drop it. :/ Never seems to land on my foot though. How old do you look? I wouldn't know! How old do you act? Younger to some, older to others. What’s the last song you sang? Rolling in the deep! Have you recently become a member of anything? Marianas Trench fan club? Not officially though. What are your plans for the weekend? Study study study study STUDY STUDY STUDY. Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed? idk Whats the sexiest thing about Condoleeza Rice? Nothing? Does anything on your body itch right now? My left calf. Who’s the sexiest famous woman alive? Ummmmmm........whozzat girl um.....HAYLEY WILLIAMS. Who’s the sexiest famous man alive? :/ MEHZ No la.... ...I don't exactly look at a lot of them and take notice. Does every family have a crazy uncle? I have an eccentric uncle who lives in hong kong, is unmarried, works as a doctor and earns very little simply because he doesn't want to work so hard. Thus he has no spare cash to send back and causes multiple arguments with my parents when his parents need cash for medical treatment etc etc etc. :/ Have you ever smuggled something into America? ! Never been to America Does playing the guitar make a girl/guy more attractive? Guitar? Not really, its cool though. Electric guitar? HAWT Do you live in a city with a good sports team? Um...... Have you ever finished off the popcorn and ate the junk from the bottom of the bag? Totally. Have you ever dated a Goth? No! Can you fix your own car? I don't want a car. Would you want to kill George W Bush yourself if you were guaranteed to get away with it? There are so many other people. Should guys wear pink? Only if they have the confidence and balls to pull it off. |
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Unfinished Business - @ 4:42 PM
I did something today I think I should've done a while ago.
And for once in my life I managed to deliver at least a portion of those devastating monologues I fabricate in my head. It was an ultimatum, one that should mean the end of any crap I get from him. If I get one more piece of it, I'm going ape on him. Literally. Because I've had enough of his bullshit. His hypocrisy cowardice and his self righteousness. He still tried to argue. Argue about me, and how I am. How he thinks that who I am justifies what he does. And I don't know, but I think he heard something in my voice, because once again, me just saying that made him shut up. I told him plainly that I wasn't going to listen to anything he wanted to say. If he pissed me off a little bit more, I would punch him. You know when I threatened him I saw for once, fear in his eyes. Not the prospect of me attacking him in rage of course, nah. I'm not that scary. I threatened him with expulsion. And he was afraid because he knew for once that he had done something wrong. And he was left stunned, with nothing else to say. I haven't felt that good in ages. Honestly I don't feel sorry for him at all. He bloody deserves it for screwing with my head for two years. It's been two years Arjun, and all I'm asking is for you to leave me alone. It's that simple. Usually when someone bullies someone else, they usually have the physique to back it up. Cause the teachers don't do anything when there's no evidence of anything unless its really blatant. Unless a fight occurs. You can argue with me, but honestly if you can find a better way to make them stop. Then go ahead. It's not that I win all fights, but the moment one happens, the school authorities tend to step in. And the shitbag tends to leave me alone. Labels: don't back down, nightmares, rant |
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Starts in my toes - Wednesday, October 5, 2011 @ 10:19 PM
 I thought this was interesting, try it. Honestly I guess it works to some extent since your brain will pick the words that seem most interesting to you. The words your recognize best will be the one's you're fascinated by, or thinking of. Maybe they're just words that you use a lot or catch your attention but hey, it's just a picture, not a mind reading device. I got Crush, fool and enigma. Interesting. Though I do think it's pretty disturbing that "naked" and "suicide" are among the words there. Hmmmm. Labels: random, random pic |
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It's Getting Sick Of Us - @ 7:08 PM
I wonder why no one else i know seems to be a fan of hers. It's just so odd. Well....I'm not exactly crazy about her, but I do know more than Bubbly and Realize. On a side note, I was mildly and gladly surprised by this video, cause this version is an improved version from the one I'm used to hearing. Oh yes, its the little things indeed. On a side note (yeah I do this a lot) I think she's the one I first got that flower in the hair thing from. It's very very cute. Don't judge me! ************************************************** Back up back up take another chance Don’t you mess up mess up I don’t wanna lose you Wake up wake up this aint just a thing that you Give up give up don’t you say that I’d be Better off better off, sleepin by myself and wonderin If im better off better off, with out you Don't just leave me hanging on |
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this town is colder now - Tuesday, October 4, 2011 @ 9:12 PM
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It's Hard To Breathe - Monday, October 3, 2011 @ 10:07 PM
When you're standing on your own.
It's hard to study when you're distracted like that. Sigh. Really Ian, you're pathetic. You can't function without those hers in your life. .....as if reducing them into an insignificant conglomerate is going to make you care less. Go to sleep. You won't learn anything like that. Urgh |
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It's Getting Harder To Pretend - @ 7:35 PM
I wish I wasn't such of an idiot sometimes.
I do so many things that I regret. And replay in my head, over and over and over again. Somehow I know exactly when others misstep, but not always for myself. I hate how my vision is so perfect in hindsight. How I criticize so easily, everyone, even myself. I live my life with a voice in my head that disparages my actions every time I do something stupid. It's my own voice, don't worry. Yet that same voice never speaks before I do something, only after. Most of us would call that voice common sense, but I don't think common sense is so....insensible and discouraging. I have an acute case of not thinking. Help. Labels: myself |
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My Heart Turns Grey - Sunday, October 2, 2011 @ 7:27 PM
I hate being myself sometimes really.
I'm blind. I'm selfish. I'm un-discerning. Impulsive. Reckless. Awkward. A creature of jealousy, bitterness and anger. Of Pride, so false and misplaced. Over-competitive. Yet...is there still place in this heart for another? Whether truly this heart can love. And if this heart can love, perhaps there's hope for me still. Labels: myself |
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The World Is Mine - Saturday, October 1, 2011 @ 11:18 PM
You know that feeling when someone says they're lonely and they need someone or anyone to talk to but that group of people excludes you?
No you don't. Labels: fragments |
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Let it snow - @ 10:51 PM
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