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Monday, March 07, 2011 / -chris brown ft busta rhymes and lil wayne, "look at me now"
note to self: i'm typing this with a half crazed mind and only one barely open eye so it's best to actually NOT read it but if you insists, it's prolly crappioli anyways.

sometimes i hate this person who's holding me back. i wanna ask so many questions but i worry for the non worthy. i wanna crash a party and probably kiss a girl. i wanna marry my boyfriend, the very minute we're a far cry from nothing. i wanna sing and shout and dance but no no no. i wanna eat and be happy. i wanna cry and let it all out, salts and snots. i wanna fight but not too much because i break down easy. i wanna travel, get me cha-ching. i wanna spend equal time with everyone but there's only twenty four hours a day (why???). i want so many things it's a never ending fiend. i wanna be good, i never want perfect. i want so many talents but never to claim greed. i wanna learn so many languages when i fail my mother tongue. i wanna go to the toilet but i'm feeling too lazy. i wanna win too.

there is only so much that my lips can handle from all the biting i'd been doing to keep me from waging wars. there is only so much a girl can handle. you know sometimes all i really feel like doing is shutting myself from the rest of the world but i CANNOT survive a day without my berry thus the communications. sometimes i feel like putting my finger in faces and say, "EVERYBODY HAS A BREAKING POINT YA'LL,  EVERYONE'S GOT LIMITS!"

my post is a failure and it feels like my english just got out of the tumble dry. there's pins and needles in my tummy and i'm not feeling ANYTHING like me. feels like miss independent is long gone. i need my baby bad even though he doesn't know it. i try too hard, nothing shows. i do nothing and everything comes up. i'm at fault. i'm a loser. i'm pathetic. AND i trip.

maybe just maybe all i need is someone to hug me and tell me, life is crazy and everything is out of reach, roller coaster-like emotions and all. but you know what...you gotta put on a strong front because that's what everyone's doing and we're all just trying to be real pro at this.

hey, i just made me feel good..
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