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spinning 'round revolving doors.
baby i don't know where they'll take me.

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breakaway
Friday, September 25, 2009 // 4:12 AM


I feel so alone.

I'm not infuriated, neither mad. I'm just feeling lugubrious -so gloomy and sad.
Everything around me is just not right, it seems wrong all the time.
At one point, someone is really there and they won't on the other.
They're fading away, slowly. How I wish I could cry it all out, throwing it away.

You're afraid because you don't wanna lose me or either you're afraid because we aren't stable right now? The only thing if this happens, you know its going away. I'm not afraid because I thought so that we're strong, but it seems that you are -afraid. One week of feeling bare & naked, so empty at heart. You're not there.

Maybe on this day, I'm weak. Physically. Smiles and laughter may just be a dissimulation, somehow. If you can't stand me right now, I'm sorry. Its just me. You deserve better, much better. 'Cause I think I'm just a piece of shit to you.




I don't wanna fight through texts, I don't wanna express through texts.
I do NOT wanna share it through texts.














Imma stay home tonight,
like the all the good girls do.























































































I miss you badly.