braces zomg.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
@ 8:46 PM

my brother caught retarded pictures of me trying to sleep again.
note the usage of the word, again.
i dont know why i started smiling in the last paranoma shot,
so dont ask me.
HAHA.
(omg, my hair looks entirely the same in all three shots O: )

i like the view outside my room.
the sky is always tinted in this shade of orangey-pink.
nice.
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I AM GOING TO PUT ON BRACES TMRW. (!)
aaah. im starting t freak out, i dont knw why. D:
i want to eat my
hot fudge sundae again and again and again.
i dont want braces! D:
okay whatever, i shan't complain anymore.
for healthy teeth, i won't. (:
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HELLO MR THREE IN ONE,
THIS IS FOR YOUUU :D
with faith, love and trust. ♥
yeah, thanks for being there at the carpark. listening to all the crapzx i've talked throughout th whole of my verbal diarrhea. D: but really, i said lots of things that time, seriously. and it's kinda th first time i just bitched everything out. just like that.
yeah, and i remember i was crying like some crap, about missing 2a, about life, about everything i could rant about in this whole wide world. but thanks for using your shirt to dry those silly tears away (:
and yeah, thanks for being th person who sat on the swings at ivory heights w me. (well, scrape off the part about my mum not opening the door.) guess you were pretty amused whn i didnt care about anything and just laid my butt on the sand. (haha, im like that, haha.)
and yes, i started scribbling randomly with those twigs i found on th floor. so i started writing. like, really randomly.
but trust me, that was what i wanted to say, from the bottom of my heart. and i want you to know that.
(and you drew me nicely, really. ♥)
but i kinda was still stuck to my emotic mindset after the swings, i dont know why. th longer i sat on it, the more i started to think about stupid, unhappy stuffs.
the sky got darker, and you kinda needed to go, but th call back home made everything even worse thn before. stupid, stupid stuffs you readers wont be interested to know tho. so the faucet just starts all over again. (mann, im retarded, seriously :X)
it's nice being with you. you make me cheer up, like no one else ever could. you make me smile, really wide, and any idiot can tell that it wasn't any facade.
it was a real, warm smile that you helped to plaster onto my face.
maybe it's how delicate im treated, how much care im showered with, how much warmth you give me.
maybe, this is just what love can do.
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