eloquent and self assured
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![]() I fashion the most unlikely ideas. I sometimes scare the crap out of myself. I am nocturnal. I am conceited. I'm a mess. Writing is my escape, jotting down kept
emotions is fun (try it haha). I may elaborate way too much on a simple thought, so feel free to stop me whenever you want. My mom lets me
carry a swiss knife whenever I go out. I am a very random person, hello XD I PMS like a betch. I am in love with Katy Perry :3 And no I'm not a
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Closing the goddamn door
Saturday, May 12, 2007, 5/12/2007 01:30:00 AM
Summer rains, you can never predict them. Oh btw, the weather that we're having right now is artificial, yup it's what you call "seeding", they do something to force the rain to pour down, so my advice.. do wear your jackets 'cause aside from the normal acidic rate of the rains we have, these artificial rains have more content of acid with 'em. They are very harmful to your skin, kids don't play in the rain ok? :)).. Haha Discovery Channel na naman me.Anyway, yup summer rains are very unpredictable. And you know what else are unpredictable? MEN. Sometimes they are like the obvious-right-then-and-there clue, but the next day they give hints and signs that'll get you thinking very deep at night. They're like mood swings to the enth level @_@. Maybe we're really not suppose to understand men to the fullest and vice-versa, 'cause if that happens? Total discombobulation will occur. In Filipino: Masasabaw ang utak mo. When did you stop loving me? What did I do so wrong that you want to leave? When did you stop wanting me? No letters, no calls , you know I needed. This thing has took its toll on my mind, My Body, and soul I can't get you out of my system Out of my head, out of my future, out of my bed I hear your name, I see your face, I lose all composure, I need to see you one more time I need closure. Can we go somewhere and talk about All the things I did to stress you out. I wont be satisfied Til I understand why Why you aint here in my life Can you just give me that much? Dont leave me hanging without a crutch. Why - that is the question Everyday, I ask myself, since you went away. I wasn't perfect, tell me were you? You said Go fish, go figure. I don't need answers anymore, I just need CLOSURE. |