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dear xx, please don't make this friendship exist only when you need me. All my love~
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barely breathing
i feel numb, weird. But good. Its funny, i'm actually questioning my emotions, or my lack of. It is how it is, isn't it? I dont like heartaches. On another note, tell me dear friends, what motivates you? What motivates your every reason to exist each day?
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noodle rendezvous
boys are just boys are just boys are just boys are just boys are just boys are just boys are just boys are just boys are just boys are just boys are just boys are just boys are just boys are just boys are just boys. always loving like a consumerist, suckers for the fancy. -
crazy sleep cycles
everyday, for the past week; I have been sleeping at dawn, when the sky turns from dark to amber, and waking at noon or even before that. my sleep cycles are causing my oil glands to go on an overdrive, and my mood swings, like a playground swing ( Read more... ) -
turn off your tears and listen
the heart of life, silver lining. pain fills your heart to the ground, love turns the whole thing around. the heart of life is good/ john mayer, o john mayer, you are so good. my company through the night, the guitar, strings, fingers and sounds. to study, to study. in the rat race of accolades and pleasures. importance of being modest. life? -
"maybe, maybe it is"
Right before i sleep, i ponder on the days ahead.
Right before i sleep, i ponder on questions, hoping for some answers.
Right before i sleep, i try to see if i can forget your face before it appears in my dreams again.
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Auf Wiedersehen
i suck at writing cards, it makes me cry. :'( -
to market to market to buy a fat pig, home again home again jiggety jig
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ASS-ignments..... !
ah, ah, ah. ASS-ignments really make me lose all body functions, brains get fried and charred in the lengthy and torturous process. but what's a student to do when this life depends on it?
just suck it in, as i always say.
suck suck suck! suck it in!
gooooooo doraaaaaaaaa!!!
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meatballs and beefcakes
for the both days that i worked this week, i've received numerous mysterious cuts on my fingers. now it hurts to type, to wash my hands and to write. i feel restricted in my hand movements and boy i wish the wounds would heal. maybe it all came from the sliding of the plastic lids and the tops of the whip cream canisters. oh boy, oh boy oh boy ( Read more... )