I can get disgustingly cliched, and be miles away from realistic, and at the same time get a bit too realistic. I whine a lot and crying really, REALLY exhausts me. My life is an emotional roller-coaster, I don't understand myself, I'm pretty darn confused actually. I laugh like a lunatic and smile at the tiniest of reasons, I'm five people at one time and sometimes not even one and I'm not an inch close to perfect. Basically, what I'm trying to say is, I'm a mess.
That's how I am, and that's me.
If you can accept that, well then aren't you lovely?<3
Love makes the world go 'rrrround!<3 x
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I hate it.
Well no, no. No no no. You don’t effect me. Well, you do, sorta. But you shouldn’t. So stop. Its got to stop. It will stop. Soon.
I’m glad :)
Feel all, express none. Express all, and suffer. Put me in a state of isolation where I may express to myself, yet have nothing to feel.
Its funny how the place we call “home” or often - home “sweet” home is often the closest you’ll ever be to hell. Exaggeration? Maybe. But its definitely one place where I where a mask, and the minute it comes off, I suffer. Why are we born to such people? Was it something in our “past life”? Is it happening so that I may be trampled down but come out stronger and happy? Whats funny is, I’m not sure I want all the answers to my why’s, but it often leads me to think that I need to be five people, whereas all I am is one.
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