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There's something about the look in your eyes, Something I noticed when the light was just right. It reminded me twice that I was alive, And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight. My biggest fear will be the rescue of me, Strange how it turns out that way. .
security train of nonsensical thoughts. Mushy friend just married empty being up the ladder child guilt sassy
::fragments of vanity::
amery
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-A BIT OF OPTIMISM-
Failure is never fatal. Success is never final.
Don't be distracted by criticism. Remember that the only taste of success others have is when they take a bite out of you.
To be yourself in a world that is trying its best to turn you into someone you're not is the biggest fight of your life. Never stop the fight.
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There's something about the look in your eyes, Something I noticed when the light was just right. It reminded me twice that I was alive, And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight. My biggest fear will be the rescue of me, Strange how it turns out that way. .
::spill it::
security train of nonsensical thoughts. Mushy friend just married empty being up the ladder child guilt sassy
::fragments of vanity::
amery
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Tuesday, September 12, 2006
I love sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake. -Ernest Hemingway
Literally, I love to sleep. Feel the covers round my body and just snore and bury my head on my pillow. Lately, I compare being awake to non-stop ranting. What's worse, I'm not even enjoying the least bit. Such small matters become big deals and I cannot help but to feel stupid and proud at the same time. I know that immaturity is kicking in and I don't wanna be caught up entangled in jealousy's web so I calmly tell myself to shrug it off coz there are other things in life worth giving second thoughts to. Then again, I'm so tired of living my lie of being a sensible 20 year old and somehow, I think I deserve to be a brat sometimes. That's where the problem starts.
Do I find fulfillment in pain? Ecstasy in routinary beatings? I do not feel numb, that's for sure but the gradual sinking in of the harsh reality that I have to live with everyday is leaving me somewhat smiling in my own pool of blood. Yes, I permit myself to suffer such intolerable sorrow and I don't even know why.