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November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 September 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 August 2006 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 December 2008 January 2009 April 2009 July 2009 August 2009 October 2009 January 2010 April 2011 Joce-lyn All I yearn, is for the love of someone, coupled with the love from my sibling and parents. And to me, true love is when one sees an imperfect person perfectly. Which is what I see in you. The degree of the love that I have for you, I will learn from my past mistakes and make myself better for you. Just you. Then again, maybe I'm never the one. I'm not perfect, nor am I good in any sense. Actions never coincide with words, and thoughts never coincide with either. That is, if you ever get past the first sentence. |
crumbling ashes. they dont go away. i dont know how to, and im at a complete loss of what else to do. contemplation of the problem does nothing. no actions can be done about it. too much, too fast has happened within a short space and time. it is just too plain confusing. everything runs through my mind at warp speed. whether i like it or not, the situation replays itself, on a continuous loop, in my mind. its maddening. certain scenes seems just so vivid. its just as if i was there again. to hell with it eh? its just easy to say. whatever it is, i know one thing. i cant do anything. all i can do is to drown it out, and hope that one day, it will lose its reality within this realm. but yeah, we'll see where this leads to. heart palpitation, vestibular neuronitis and cartilage. not bad for starters. I messed this area @
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