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FEAT.
vintage princess
victoria
veekee'vicky
zerotwo
sexy seventeen
city harvest
heard of my prettyface
IN-SEARCH
Monday, June 5
10:02 PM
; where is the love
wtf.
>>>
what's wrong w me.
im like pissed over many many
things in life now. >:(
the unoriginals.
the ruined ending of emerge.
i'm so not satisfied w life.
can someone tell me how
t get through this ?
...
brought my mummy nd bro t church
yesterday. thought they would have
experienced the fun i had at emerge.
but little did i know, they are none
other than destroyers. during service,
my mummy kept interupting me. tellin'
me she's cold. like -duhh. who's not.
nd my bro showing his ugly attitude.
-damn.
; have i not felt worst.
pissed over the seatings before
service. pissed with the interuptions.
pissed with the freaking attitude.
i wished i could tell youu guys
i lived a perfect life, but i cannt.
why cannt God tell me what he wants
right into my ears ?
i wished he told me what was right.
i brought my family t church. i tried
t make them enjoy emerge. but they
had those disgusting attitude. nd
i'm really pissed nd turned off. nd
i donnt think that's right.
so God, tell me what's right in youur eyes.
...
tmr's 060606.
some say its doom day.
nd im gonna catch a doom flick.
the omen.
reading my old emails from hotmail.
came across emails from my baby.
two years ago, 2004. he was super
sweet. encourging me with verses.
telling me how much he missed me
when i was overseas. nd one funny
email was before we got together nd
i blocked him nd he emailed me like
super formal. asking if he did anything
wrong, he's sorry nd stuff. even God Bless.
so not my darl'. (:
i can sense that times now are
zooming way too fast. i hardly
catch up nd get agitated over it.
when youu look back at the past,
time seems t stop for youu t see.
nd then, youu may say it's not fair
that time stops for the past but not
for the present or future.
; i think this is just the way life is.
we just gotta keep moving.
...
was bored..
You don't need the pouffy dress,
the fancy hair, or the 3-inch glass heels.
A romantic soul like you just wants a guy
who's a true companion, a good friend,
a real prince. And if he's hot? All the better.
But ultimately, you know that home is where
the heart is. Which is probably why you
surround yourself with good friends you can
take care of and laugh with —
friends who will do the same for you.
But that doesn't keep you from fantasizing
about the perfect relationship. It's not that
you don't have your feet firmly planted on
the ground. It's just that you're not afraid
to shoot high. Or wish upon a shooting star.
So keep reaching for your goals, Cinderella.
If you do, your happily ever after can't be far
away. And you can seal that with a kiss.
;cute huh. (:
i think im suffering from depression.
i wanna feel lo ve d again.
