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It hurts when you could easily forget the memories we shared,
the ones which I remembered even when I didn't want to.
Quotes.
'Missing you isn't the problem, it's wondering if you'll ever come back that's killing me.'

'Sometimes when you sacrifice something special, you’re not really losing it. You’re just passing it on. '


♥-/Increased.Heartbeat

!!

ME.



I'm a simple girl living in a complicated world. I'm friendly and purple-struck. I get high at wrong times and I want to stay like that forever.
I don't do drugs, I'm not in any gang. I'm that normal girl who is on Facebook, Twitter and MSN. Fell out of love and lost trust in it. Fahrenheit's sizzling hot and they burn. I see flames shooting out already.


Screams.



Yours Truly,
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Wednesday, August 25, 2010
head over heels

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IM SPEECHLESS.
i guess thats the only answer i can give ya'll now.
guess what.
we SURELY have 1 thing same in common. (:
you hate me right?
GOOD !
cos i hate me too. (: cheers !
i hate myself to the core.
idk why.
my self-esteem drooooped down down down low onto the ground.
:(
i feel like a bad friend.
i feel like shit.
i feel that it would be anyone but me.
anyone he'd choose.
anyone but me.
anyone.
i'm surprised at the fact that i got such a good sec2 friend.
but, i dont even comfort her.
i dont even help her.
i suck.
i know that.
idk why she continued going w me.
i mean like.
tons of people would go recess w her if she was alone.
everyone would crowd her.
but, me?
i guess none.
i guess have to try to talk.
but get left out.
i mean.
i feel inferior.
i told you, my self-esteem's reall low now.
REAL LOW.
in hell. somewhere there.
(:
The mark of a true crush is that you fall in love first and grope for reasons afterwards.
i think thats real true.
(:
haizz.
another:
if you're never scared or embarassed or hurt, it means you never take chances.
to win, you'll have to risk loss.
kissing is a means of getting two people close together that they can't see anything wrong w each other.
you dont have to go looking for love when its where you come from.
i love all these from: chicken soup for th soul.
THANKS TAMILYN ! :D

" why did you give him up?"
"cause i love him but couldnt make him happy.. "