All That Glitters Isn't Gold.

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Of Life. Of Love.

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orange eeeyy Missyan

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Maybe? Maybe.

Maybe?
Maybe.
SIGH.
I hate feeling :) at one moment and :( the very next.
I hate guessing games.
I hate answering my own mulitple choice questions.
I hate asking you questions then answering them myself.
I hate guessing what on earth goes on inside your head.
Who?
What?
When?
And above all. WHY???
I hate feeling this way for i dont know how many freaking days.
AND THE THING IS.
I hate the fact that I cannot stop myself from all thoughts.

It's occupying so much inside my head I lose track of everything else.
Cos its what I think about day in day out now.
Every method's not working at all :(
SIGH.

Then I realised. I ended up almost sharing everything.
SIGH.
AND.
I don't really hate it all.
I can't.
I find it hard to hate it all.

and there she goes chasing her fairytales, 01:58