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i write habitually as a way to verbalize my far too complex thoughts which are always in a web of words, tightly woven in fabric of sentences that complicate life unnessarily.


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Sunday, February 17, 2008 2/17/2008 11:46:00 AM
in a middle of empty dreams where i really don't feel the need to breath, my sister spoils it all. she dashed right through slamming the door against my purple walls, jumping on my bed, screaming "your bf's here, your bf's here!" irritatingly till i woke up. bt i am too lazy to move. he left mackies breakfast to soothe the yesterday arguments.

need help in the relationship department? here's a tip for boys, men, you know, them with dicks? (or rather, dickheads.)

god would you stop giving the wrong signals, stop charming only to take a step back few days later, you're doing it again and again and again! stop stop stop stop stop this pretentious act i swear its mother annoying stop promissing no matter what when you plan to be just like every other.

because i actually do love you but i don't want to actually hate you but i could but don't you see? three buts in one sentence. stop making me hesitating.

i command myself to remain cold and distant from now on.(breath)
i command myself to remain cold and distant from now on.(breath)
i command myself to remain cold and distant from now on.(breath)

it's weird finally realizing that someone is in your court. spent life pretty sure that no one gives a shit about anything and are completely autonomous beings in relation to one another. so this new feeling is kind of strange: two people trying to improve together, as a unit. i suppose this is a better view of relationships than my former one, which was basically that of two skin bags poking each other with sticks till one starts liking the pain or the other gets tired of poking.

anywhores, if you loved Grey's, you'll love Private Practice just as well. i'm just a sucker for any medical dramas seriously.

good news II: ANTM is back starting next week with Cycle 10! here's to more self-hate for being not size 0 and more self-loving for being able to eat brownies while watching them self destructing with each other. <3>

i would teleport myself to somewhere distant
and be left alone for that little while,
just to breath normally again.