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so scared of what im doing all the time.
here comes wasted head space - paranoia, anger, misplaced
feelings leave me nowhere all the time
dont wake up early every morning
cos the more i sleep the less i have to say
scared of you always thinking that im boring
stop me yawning my life away

hahahahaha a friend of mine was talking about some girl who seems to like him or something

him "and then she msgged me *huggies!!* that's like bloody diapers lah"

me "HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA shut up man shut up"

him "i had half a mind to reply back *pampers!!* but yea i decided not to lah later she says she wants to have babies with me or something"

me "hahahaha nooo i think she'll just reply something like *awww i guess that makes me your baby, honey!!*"

him "freakkk shut upp shut upppp"

=)

frack off dont bitch about someone you dont understand behind their back on your blog and go all hypocritical and "aww i wish i could have done it in his face" even though you know he'll read it anyway and get hurt.

"I must affect a lot of people.. Hehehhh... I'm also scared.. Later someone sees the bad things I write about others... And goes on to tell others... Haha I'll be so screwed..."

frack you.

`she thinks she's damn pro

i was thinking
over thinking
about exactly how i'm not exactly Him
i'll break my heart in two
more times than you could ever do
cause you're my dream please come true

cause i think way too much
on a one track mind
and you're so out of touch
cause i'm so far behind

i can't deny this anymore, the facts ignored all done before
and if there's one in this world,
you let me know you're not that girl

We will use the words we know
To tell You what an awesome God You are
But words are not enough
To tell You of our love
So listen to our hearts

if it was completely different, school would be great =)

one dota game per day max =)

For most, there is no crueler day of the calendar year than that of Valentine's Day. While a tiny fraction of the population can look forward to a holiday of wine and roses, poetry and song, the vast majority of us can anticipate a day of nausea and grimacing, trauma and grief. A day in which minutes seem like hours, and hours like days, as we reflect sorrowfully on yesteryear's romantic indignities, today's loneliness, and the unknowable but certain heartbreak that will be visited upon us repeatedly in the years to come.

Truly, "BitterSweets(tm)" are the perfect gift for you OR for someone you love, especially if that special someone is one who doesn't want to hurt your feelings but just doesn't feel that way about you but still wants to be friends so they can torment you with stories about their crushes on someone who doesn't appreciate them like you do, can't love them like you can, and actually takes pleasure in corralling a herd of fawning "just friends" behind themselves as they indulge in one self-destructive relationship after another, with no hope of ever finding true love, despite an army of souls eager to lavish it upon them.


wah yes thanks bryan and despair.com :p