Saturday, November 27, 2010

When I Grow Up I Wanna Have Boobies

Everyone says they have their own twin double right?
Well, I become extremely flattered when people tell me I look like Nicole Scherzinger from The Pussycat Dolls awesome dancer, great singer!!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

A page from Britney's book

Notice me, take my hand
Why are we strangers when
Our love is strong
Why carry on without me

I make believe that you are here
It's the only way I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move on easy

I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song's my sorry

At night I pray
That soon your face will fade away

And everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're hauntinig me
I guess I need you, baby.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

But I do love you

It is another day.
But it just doesn't feel the same.
I wanna laugh. I wanna smile.
But my heart doesn't hide the hurt.
I want to say I'm here for you.
But how can I when I am not there for myself.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Mushy stone

So what do you do when you have lost touch with reality?
When you really don't know where you belong?
When you think you have lost the essence of who you are?
When you no longer recognize those around you?

Its not that I've changed, it is that in the process of learning and living, I've realized who is ready to commit and who is not. This does not necessarily mean I am actually learning from what I have come to realize; nor from what I've lived. Maybe the slap in across my face is not moving fast enough.

Things I used to hate and despise in others, I am beginning to find in who I am. Some people I love, others I just love to hate.

Are those qualities that I despise, the same as those I despise in myself?

I am letting those people get to me and I shouldn't. I am stronger than they are...I am who I am.

But its not true, I pretend to be tough, but if you knew me, if you really knew me, you'd know I'm mush. That I melt in your hand. That you can do as you please and for that, I am still angry at.
I let you in, and the layers keep peeling. You keep asking and I keep letting you in. You keep pushing but I never tell you no.

Well, guess what, it is my turn. I will tell you no. I will tell you that you are being unfair. I will tell you how I feel, because if you don't give a shit...then I shouldn't give a shit either. It is because I am tired of caring more about you than you care about me.


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