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Wednesday, June 29, 2011
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Thursday, June 23, 2011
in a desperate need of simple love
i miss the time when love was easy. when love was simply about dating on the weekend, having lunch together, giving a ride home, and a late night call. unlike now. as if you were forced into a war trying to win the unconditional, but u always fail. Love like this is like two sides of coins. your glass is full with feelings like I love you but i dont trust you, i hate you but i miss you, i cant live my life with people like you, but i will just be a useless toy trying to live without you. It is just like living in a circle. you cant stop going through the same things over and over again. i am sick of this. Why cant we just be normal?
in a desperate need of simple love
i miss the time when love was easy. when love was simply about dating on the weekend, having lunch together, giving a ride home, and a late night call. unlike now. as if you were forced into a war trying to win the unconditional, but u always fail. Love like this is like two sides of coins. your glass is full with feelings like I love you but i dont trust you, i hate you but i miss you, i cant live my life with people like you, but i will just be a useless toy trying to live without you. It is just like living in a circle. you cant stop going through the same things over and over again. i am sick of this. Why cant we just be normal?
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
it is (not) okay
it was okay when u punch me right on my pride, step on my thought, throw away the best part of me, and even rip everything in front of my nose. until u take the only thing i have, and turn it into puppet. u have jumped into the line, and it is just beyond my limit.
no, it is not okay now.
it is (not) okay
it was okay when u punch me right on my pride, step on my thought, throw away the best part of me, and even rip everything in front of my nose. until u take the only thing i have, and turn it into puppet. u have jumped into the line, and it is just beyond my limit.
no, it is not okay now.
an insecure mess
i feel like a walking bomb which is ready to explode. i do not tolerate things. i am being negative. the pain that i have hidden inside for so long has turned into a massive bomb. apparently i have poisoned my heart with too much hatred.
an insecure mess
i feel like a walking bomb which is ready to explode. i do not tolerate things. i am being negative. the pain that i have hidden inside for so long has turned into a massive bomb. apparently i have poisoned my heart with too much hatred.
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