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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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Sunday, December 12, 2010
A heartbreak isn't always as loud as an explosion. Sometimes, its like a feather falling and the only one that can hear it is you.

Hi blog,
I desperately need a listening ear.
Do you mind?
Taiwan tomorrow.
It still feels like a dream.
Like, HUH ? TOMORROW ?
So fast.
So anyways,
damn upset yesterday.
Felt left out again.
Upsetness turned into hatred.
I don't know how it became like that.
Haiz.
I just can't forget.
Hate this feeling.
Hate the people who did these.
I thought they were different okays.
I trusted so much in them.
How wrong.
I'm not the same anymore.
I will never be the same towards them anymore.
I'll never forget.
The last time I felt this was in Sec1 end of year.
Now its Sec2 end of year.
When's the next. :(
I'm gonna get over it,
and get further away from them.
Upset max.
No more mood to write.
kthxbye.