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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Missed moments won't return

Last night I realized that SHE is as sensitive as I thought she was. She tries so hard to defy everything that would contradict her as a happy-go-lucky person but in reality, sheís as rotten as hell (like me). At lest Iím not trying to hide it. Am I just sourgraping or what? Maybe, but I just find it ridiculous to be funny and gay when deep inside you know youíre hurting. I mean, why try to hide it? People donít give a shit about what you feel. Last night, I made a little attempt to drive away from being too close to this person. I mean, I donít want to invest anymore. People leave me all the time, thatís likely the case so I decided to be extra careful next time. Not that I hate them for leaving me but I totally despise the fact that I have to be left alone. Why is that the case? Okay, I promise not to whine anymore. Thatís one of the reasons why I stop writing in this shitty blog. Everything that comes out from my mind is a non-ending whining. Whine. Whine. Whine. But people do that a lot, donít they? Iíll stop whining and everything wonít be normal anymore (at least for me). I miss photography. I miss my camera. I miss strolling along the campus and having the time of my life. I miss my mug. I miss reading books. I miss going to the movies. I miss life. I miss YOU. Where have I been these past few days? My entire life is almost wasted.

Posted at 12:06 pm by white_suds

 

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I like white and i epitomize the suds...
I am a walking reflection of a dark alley which I pass by every night...it's dark, mysterious, and haunting. People tried walking on this alley but not once did they try to discover the real soul...


I am a rock band fanatic...

I go to places where there are less lights and less people talking...

I love movies (those i feel have sense and art)...

I love The Doors and the 60s...

I love thinking it hurts...

I sometimes wish life but most of the time vanishing in thin air...


   





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