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b l u r
Oct 21, 2009 @ 2:58 AM
I'm a perfectionist and it sucks the fun out of things everytime. I need to stop panicking over slightest issues. I need to lay down my thoughts and tasks that I have to do. I have to assess my priorities. I must start saving.
Whatevs. I wasted one whole day today thinking I would use it to repack my whole closet; separating jeans from skirts, pyjamas from casual clothes, leggings from shorts, cute tshirts from blouses, tunics from dresses, bras from underwears...and what-nots. (What did I mention earlier on?)
Sani/ Samuel perfume. You guys are THE ultimate bullcrap(s). KNN CB. I hope you choke on those ill-gotten gains that you got out of compassionate people (Like me). Asshole.
Dear bf, I hate to tell you this:- I am a BITCH that BARKS at you when Im pissed. Don't forgive me.
I miss you fucking terribly (sad face) but I like my ego better. I wanna just dial your number (panic face) but I prefer to talk to my ego than you. I feel like I wanna text you (crying face) but it always sends the msg to my ego's number.
How? It's not my fault right?
Can you just dig through my ribcage and look deep inside and tell me what do I have for a heart? That little pumping thing inside...would you feel any warmth if you could hold it in your hands?
Well it made you queasy, didn't it? Yes, you. Ok, im in an emo mood. I've got work later on.
Oh, hello seventh floor.
 Bye, fans.
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