and now i wonder.
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![]() | --- May May. I hate being stereotyped, but maybe I'm not so special after all. I love Vampires =) and sexy cars Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken. When it really hurts, chocolate doesn't help the pain. But practicing my turning kick does. In reality I suppose I'm a day-dreamer and a paper-chaser. I music is my solace; dancing is my language. Knowledge is my bungee cord. Books are my unguilty pleasure. I'm a sucker for love stories XD I love rainy days. I like snowflakes, But I don't like it when it's too cold. I love hiding underneath my fluffy comforter You can't always get what you want. Starbucks = Love. I'm not weak, I'm just emotional. I wish my feelings didn't have to be so complicated. Baking is the only sport in which you'll gain weight. Computer games; yes I play. Blame brother dear who literally forced me to play DotA and CS. Though I can't find it in me to enjoy COD4 If you learn to love yourself, you're better off by far I still have a soft toy collection. I guess I never want to stop being a child. When I bother shouting at you it means I'm actually giving you a second chance. When I don't even bother acknowledging your presence anymore you know you're better off dead. Walking like a one man army. I speak. Then I think it through. I try not to take things too seriously. I try to change. I've tried once to many. I have severe mood swings. Steer clear |
I guess I'm destined to wait. forever?
cut my heart out
Monday, 15 June 2009/ 22:11
When you talk about love being all "soft and buttery" as some people say it. I guess I'm forced to object no? Love is like free falling. Off a cliff. You feel the rush of the wind, you feel like you're flying. You feel you have no limits, no boundaries. You feel the world no longer matters. That is before you fall smack into the ground. Your bones crushed to debris. Then you realize you've just had your heart melted and ripped out. Love is for idealists. Yet without suffering how can anyone know the meaning of happiness. Without love I cease to exist.
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