Posted @ 10:58 PM, Friday, March 20, 2009
sixty-seven;; ahem;;;
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I'm emo-ing alone in this blog...
For those really special and weird people who read this blog,
One, I congratulate you!
For being such wonderful loyal people. [I can't try to believe this]
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How i miss those days when I chatted through the night...
Those days... when I spent time trying to get a girlfriend online...
Those days... when I used to photoshop...
Those days... when I used to love flash...
They're all gone.
Why do I need... Windows Live Messenger when you know you aren't gonna get any good convos?
Why do I need... Photoshop if all I make are pieces of unused crap, stored on the desktop?
Why do I need... a handphone when I don't receive sms-es and phone calls?
Why do I need... a computer when all i need is what cannot be achieved via computer?
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Nobody really knows much about me. What you see, is me on the surface. The surface of what you may think as "My real side". Yeah right, only when i'm with you. I want to rid of that personality. The real me. You would probably only see this in church camps. It SUCKS when I show my unreal side. The sides you FORCE me to show.
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No middle finger so far from the camp. That's good.
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Why don't I have a good friend?
No one understands me.
No, not my parents.
They care, but they don't fully understand.
Friends, out of the topic.
Definitely.
Stop typing what you are going to type on the tagboard.
Stop and think.
Yeah, call me some emo kid.
Some guy who is fat.
Irritating.
A pain in the neck.
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Y'know, it's kinda sad when you start thinking yourself as a biatch.
Like how I'm scared to do stuff.
Slack.
Has no hobbies un-IT.
Sucks.
Sucks.
Sucks.
Like. Hold your breath.
Take 10 steps.
Breathe out.
Repeat.
It's a torture.
ahBeaR;
