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| He won't leave me alone. Every waking moment it seems I can't escape. What a terrible fate to live in love and not have it once reciprocate. Valentine's will forever remain nothing, but a simple date. I wish someone above would take it away: These feeling that linger for the one I wish to hate. I refuse to just pair up and mate. I need more. I need love. I need hate. I want a little life inside of me to hold and embrace. Love and never disgrace. I want something more than simple, but I feel it'll come way too late and my patience it burns without a wick leaving no trace. | | |
| I wish I could communicate with the world. | | |
| He rapped a Z-ro song to me. I'm officially into him and I hate myself. FML. Ugh. What a dumb broad I am. | | |
| I always leave you for the more popular social networking sites, and now I have even cheated on you with a Tumblr. It's true, but I always have to come back to you. I'm under the idea that it's perhaps the comfort level of writing whatever the fuck suits me here is highly elevated after our plentiful years together. I wish I had never deleted my first one. I can go pretty far back with this one, but I will never re cooperate the inside of a 12 year old me ever again. I wish I wrote a blog about the first time I saw him. Back when he wore throwback jerseys, sported the rimless glasses and had the same CD player as me. I was so infatuated after a period of a summer that it was sickening. Truly disgusting. Now I never really talk to him. Never really think of him, but every once in a blue moon I do get nostalgic. That connection was a tight bond that hugged me tightly. Comfort, protection, connection, I felt it all. My life is so sporadic I could never focus on it though. I stoned so I'm kinda like that nigga dopey. I'm losing track of my thoughts cuz I love my pipe, juicy. ughh too stoned nvm fuk this | | |
| I really rather not. You're perfect because you're not perfect. You see, I'm actually really vain under all these insecurities and usually I want a boy who's cut from the same cookie cutter as me(but with a penis). However, I am under the belief that even I wouldn't date me. I'm a little crazy and emotionally, well, let's just say when I let the feelings flow they'd give Niagara Falls a run for the ages. Also, I'm like the cleaned up car wreck. I got the crashed vehicles out, but there's a piece of tire hanging off the bridge and the speed limit sign still has a bent pole. I'm in no position to offer anything and I keep insisting to all the voices in my head that it would be more than presumptuous to fathom the notion that you have the slightest interest in me. Also, I'm a Yang, I need a Burke, or a Hunt. If you even do reciprocate, subtle is no way to go with me. I'm known for my outrageous commitment-phobia and rejection is not common for me. I wish I could tell you that you're going to have to push me up a wall and kiss me like it's the last time in order for me to understand that you do indeed like me, but that would be like handing you the keys to a BMW. I take myself seriously and was rather enjoying my solo tippin, but now I'm trippin' HARD and it's all your fault and I hate you and I think I'm just going to quit talking to you so yeah...
ughhhhhhhfmfl | | |
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Snort coke,Smoke too much.Get Drunk.Live without regrets.
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