seems that ahma and banana are pretty much my dustbins (: and banana's the one ahma and i aiaiaiaiaiaiai<3 cos we get nice hokkaido chockies and greentea pocky from him.
its funny how i feel that i've opened up so much more from pri sch; been way more loud and more upfront abt stuff (barely brushing the tip though, when compared to others.)and yet somehow, i just cant throw away those insecurities and let out those thoughts to get myself heard.
RANTRANTRANT.why have i left my diary at my grandma's house! aaaaaa.
was browsing through my pictures; i still haven had the heart to delete all those fragments of memories. those times were good. sure, i was some kinda imbalanced nutcase but at the same time ignorant and ignorant was good. not anymore, i almost died arguing with vincent and santa about WHY. *bangs head*
people only see the bare surface, apparently vincent thinks i should wrap myself up as a dumpling whenever i go tuition. its times when fleeting comments are said that you really really wonder do they know me at all ? seems like my dressing speaks way louder than who i really am. what you see isnt what you get.i'm like a 289364802khz and everyone else is 20khz- their priorities level far from mine. i'm more than the ball of fluff that ppl think i am but they haven slipped on those torn shoes of mine, so,i'm an alien. now i know why i have so much pent up #!$@^@$!^@*, whatever feeling that is.
M+M= perrrrrfeccccccccccccccccccccct.
what a girl wants is nice.
and i'm in love with you and me and long time coming and half life.
too much of a coward to embrace it.
random random.
i need a proper dustbin and i need to clear my head.
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