People put you down enough and you start to believe it.
As much as I want to, to care less about this idea of colossal stupidity. Sadly, I just can’t deny that it’s starting to seep myself within.
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I wish there was something I could say/do, to erase each and every painful page you’ve been through. I know it’s quite hard for us, this odd circumstance where we have to deal with other people. Day by day I know that the spaces between us is filling with different things slowly. It bothers me. But it’s gonna be fine, believe me when I say I want to be with you. I’ve already said before (idk if you still remember) that it’s your hands I want to hold with when wandering to places I’d like to go, when I need someone the most, when I’m at my lowest and when I’m in my happiest. I’ve never been this fulfilled especially when you say you & me against this motherfucking world. I try not to hurt you in any way, not intentionally as much as I can but my stupid self always pisses you off and I come off as annoying as fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t care what it takes, I just want the best for us
Zup!
So apparently, I was on hiatus for like 8 months. I refrained myself from my computer and I guess, it worked. Summer class, bunch of lovely friends, boozes, cigars and my mediocre grades. I got a boyfriend though, met him on my birthday. So………. Hello Again Blog :)
Do you ever feel like hating a certain a person even s/he did nothing wrong?
Miley Cyrus, for instance. Oh god, I just hate her. Maybe because of her Hannah Montana show. Weird.
"I’m the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who is in fact soon to be gone. When you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible…"
Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel
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