itsHER
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nguggy.
16; sydney. a relatively good girl. feeling like she has a lot to say yet doesn't know how. So maybe these stories and scribbles of thoughts might turn out pointless to you. Maybe You'll dig some meaning out of them. Or maybe, you'll maybe one day even think and feel like she does. Maybe one day, you'll finally truly understand. Maybe you could even tell them for her. Just maybe. xx_.

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Dear you,

because sometimes i don't know how to get you anymore;
because it was always you. && somehow i hope it always will be.
PPJjunior

hapiness in a bowl of noodles.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Two weeks into 2010 and it must be a record. I'm happy. Yes i am despite my downs & stupid thoughts overall nothing drastic is happening..
shit i did not just say that cause something just popped into my head.
URGHH. D:

Don't you hate it when that happens? I feel like i just got smacked across the face. WHAM.
Well, the guy may be coming back next week its a long story i don't wanna tell...
-sighsigh-

Onto other news. Haven't been doing much. Just trying to photoshop i guesses. It took up my whole day pretty much. hmm oh yerhh .
I'm happy, cause something i didn't think would happen happened. And i tots didn't expect it... so i was like awwww.

my happiness in a bowl of noodles

Its like this guys, sure nothing drastic ever happens. There may be nothing special about the bowl of noodles (i sound like a retard to outsiders don't i T__T") but that bowl of noodles... okay I'm shutting up now.
I'm no poet. And I'll say it straight out.

Em thich an to mi.

PPPFFT. hahaha. well, its getting late, I'm feeling bored. Here's my poem to you.

little bo peep
had a white sheep
it was preetty and funny
so she called it monkee
its stomach felt hollow
so she fed it some marshmallows
its cried for a friend who was friendly
so little bo called over a donkee
seeing them laughing happily,
little bo felt ever so lonely
she looked at the moon
wishing for a guy who'd make her swoon
to be continued...

gummybearshiftcommathreemarshmallowmonkey


Sometimes don't you wish life could be easier... Simpler. That being happy didn't mean trying that hard or lying.

Sometimes, Its not that the people around you aren't listening, they've heard you without quite understanding nor processing the meaning of your overwhelments. To you what maybe the answer to their questions to them is merely a ramble. I guess that why we sometimes choose not to tell anyone our deepest desires, thoughts and horrors.

Sometimes, i like to think that all things have a happy ending. Like this post.. AHAH.

well, talking about dreams, smelly didn't turn up to mine last night. But guess what i saw? The full moon from my window.. very umm meaningful. This morning i was contemplating whether or not it was a dream but it was since theres no moon during this time of monthhh.
I dreamt other crap but weren't worth remembering (:

sweetdreamslove.


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