when i lose myself, i think of you.

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Monday, July 13, 2009 @ 2:15 AM

finally,
a relief off my chest.

but.
why do i not feel like how i'm supposed to feel?
the pleasant surprise caught me.
i never knew that was coming,
i didn't know whether to feel happy or sad.
i know i should not waver, but.
FUCK THIS.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
how come i never knew your intentions?
how come i never felt this caring presence before?
maybe i've become less cautious towards you.
all of them told me not to.
but.
UGH.
life goes on?
go sleep now?
i obviously cannot sleep now.
fucking hell.
i've never really used vulgar on my blog before.
but i'm so sorry it had to come out.
fuck.
i want to screammmmmmmmm.
goodnight.

tap your feet.

hello, my name is geraldine and i'm 17 this year. i like breathing and eating, not forgetting watching the television too. love the birthday wishes on 21st january, and cheers of students on the last day of school.

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