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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.
My mind is going haywire. The eerie sensation that envelopes my entire being, pulling me in and engulfs me altogether. This feeling I can't shake off. My affableness towards others suddenly dissolved into thin air. I've become hostile, producing inane statements to justify my equally insane argument points. Or so I believe. I have no idea what has come over me. Thoughts run amok within the confines of my mind.
I've been busy reminiscing over my past. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe fucking maybe. I've realised that I've abandoned this blog, but come back to it in times of dread and misery. For this, I found a place to vent my frustrations and put my distress in the form of words. One day, I would lock this place up. To create an impregnable fortress where no one else will read my thoughts. As always, I lock up such emotions and stow them away in an unknown part within me. I'll learn to find solace within myself and only myself.
Swell.
I've been busy reminiscing over my past. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe fucking maybe. I've realised that I've abandoned this blog, but come back to it in times of dread and misery. For this, I found a place to vent my frustrations and put my distress in the form of words. One day, I would lock this place up. To create an impregnable fortress where no one else will read my thoughts. As always, I lock up such emotions and stow them away in an unknown part within me. I'll learn to find solace within myself and only myself.
Swell.
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