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Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, very much. ^__^

On that note, I think I'm disappearing for a few days... >_>

If I don't, I fear what I'll say to you. This isn't directed at anyone personally; it is to anyone and everyone who has ever acted fake, judgmental, two-faced, two-timing, avoidant, almighty for some sick case of self-proclaimed righteousness, and/or people who lack consideration or A BRAIN.

Call me bi-polar, distant, dull, naïve, cynical, whatever.

Your opinions are no longer valid to me.

And I don't care if you don't care.

I seriously need to get away and meet new people. Sick of all the BS.

I've wasted far too many brainwaves on such things.

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There's no denying it...

My heart beats.

My heart beats clearly for him.

For him...

I want for him to be mine.

Current Mood:
upset
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I believe I'm going mad here tonight.

I don't know what's gotten into me.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I just know there's something wrong.

All the ones I love...why can't I do right by them?

Why can't I be the person I want to be...?

Why must I be so foolish?

Why must I act like I could care less, when it's more than I can bear?

It's long nights like these...I need a saving from.

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Ahhh, what's wrong with meee? *__*

I can't. get. him. out. of. my. head.

His golden locks, his sweet honey voice...his soft eyes.

He's such the charmer. He has me right where he wants me.

Siiigh.

I know it's impossible. I know I shouldn't fall like this.

It's not meant to be like this.

But even so, I still find myself back in the same place.

I'm going crazy.

Am I in love with a dream...?

Current Music:
Imogen Heap - Come Here Boy
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The solution to all my life's problems right now...and then...

It's quite simply to...

wait it out.

I whine too much. I sway. I fall for words alone. I can't take care of myself. I'm sick. I can't help you, nor can I help myself. I am what I am, but does that mean I can't change myself? I think I can learn to love myself, if given the chance. Or does said chance have to come for me to change my thinking? Even if I'm a prisoner of war, can I not send out a flare? Can I not set myself free?

Time is such a cruel measurement.

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