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never saw it coming.
i should have started running.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Want to,
but I can’t help it.
I love the way it feels,
It’s got me stuck between my fantasy and what is real.
I need it when I want it,
I want it when I don’t.
Tell myself I’ll stop everyday,
knowin’ that I won't.
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its tit for tat now. no i am not exploding just yet. i have given up all hope. i can see my heart turning into ice. my brain defrosting. no i don't want this anymore. i am so tired of relationships. all the arguing. all the giving in-s. all the discussions. why can't people live on their own and be fucking happy that way. why why why. omfg. ... argh.
then its the arguments. the endless words used to slit each other's throat. the special words that hurt form the inside out. those sentences made to bombard your mind. to freeze your mind with hope that your heart might take over .
the speculations that you made. the assumptions that you make ; for some you thought that it might work or that it might be a better choice. but NO. it doesn't turn out that way. it doesnt turn out right. and you're to blame. you kick up a fuss. cause she keeps tagging behind and you can't take it anymore.
you used to be independent.
what now.
kaaye\.
- i finished last.
memories locked at Tuesday, May 22, 2007
all about me;
kaaye\. 19years.
22nd november 1987.
overgrown kid.
taken.
my sanity's long gone.
likes\.
hanging out with my friends ; ALOT.
nice tasting alcohol in general ; erdinger ; mojito ; moet or blessed vc.
trance ; house ; rock ; alternative ; punk ; metal ; bossa nova / jazz.
new gadgets.
baking ; cupcakes and all.
shiny stuff.
the sun , the sand , the water = THE BEACH !!!
slacking like there is no such thing as time.
dislikes\.
the people i hate are all irritating !!!
horrid people ; with appalling characters.
people with horrid manners.
insects and such.
bad weather.
headaches ; ankle sprains.
BAD COFFEE !!!
greens.
wish list\.
that calculator casio watch.
that pair of rock and republic pants.
that perfect messenger bag.
that new PDA !!!
that new laptop.
that pair of adidas shoe-wees.
that pair of tiger shoe-wees.
that new jacket.
that nike haversack.
that new tops from pull and bear.
that new pair of jeans.
that flesh imp top.
that head porter bag.
that pair of lacoste shoe-wees.
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