and the secrecy has ended.
have moved to : http://prityfly.blogspot.com/
Sometimes I find myself sittin’ back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissin’
And I remember when you started callin’ me your miss’s
All the play fightin’, all the flirtatious disses
I’d tell you sad stories about my childhood
I don’t why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We’d spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
That the things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on, Tell meIs this the end?
Drinkin’ tea in bedWatching DVD’s
When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines
You take me out shopping and all we’d buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
the first time that you introduced me to your friends
and you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand
when I was feeling down, you made that face you do
There’s no one in the world that could replace you
This song summarizes alot of what im feeling now.
Oh dear you, we have 12 days left.
I need to be stronger.
i am not abandoning this,
i just feel i cant talk much in here,
leave a comment if ur interested in my so called life.
haha. i bet if xiaxue finds my blog, she’ll mark me as one of the worse, gross, lamest or whatever it is in this blogging industry.
I have deleted my 3 previous entries not because i regret what i said but because of some people’s big mouth.
Do you know the feeling of wanting to say so much things but you know that people would talk & talk and talk. im not xiaxue who’s not scared of anything or anyone and i admire her for that.
i feel like having my own personal space where i can post ugly pictures, say ugly things, say mean things about people and say fucked up things without being judged.
it just means that I am not strong, and there’s something wrong with me?
haha. whatever
I admit that I am more conscious than I was before. I admit that I shop alot because I want to get all things that are pretty and want them on me. I admit I want to look pretty because I admit that I am not pretty. Lets not even go to beautiful. I admit that make-up, cosmetics or any of that sort does not mean pretty. I admit that I’ve stopped collecting stickers and stationaries because i think I’m older now. Thus, I want to admit that this is what i collect now..
I admit I am quite boring and not colorful enough
*KIMOTHERAPY 