This sunshine lives here,
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Taking it all back.
How many girls were you fuckin' with, boy?
Your grammar's like you're 12. Type like you're 12.
Fuck with girls like you're 12. and without a brain.
You're no longer the perfect boyfriend i have ever wanted.
No more 'Forever with you' and no more 'We'll crawl till we can walk again' kinda theory.
You're just like any other.
Because your love, your love, your love, was never Not anymore my drug.
Hahahahahahahahaha.
Maybe i've misunderstood, but i guess not.
You can keep talkin', but baby, i'm walkin' away.
Paramore.
You're not convincing enough.
Why. Why are you doing this?
Why can't you make yourself clear?
So many questions left unanswered, or maybe, i don't wna know the answer.
But either way, it's not convincing enough, still.
Well i'll go get my shovel, and i'll dig a deep hole.
To bury the castle, bury the castle.
'Cos my eyes are burning, from these silly tears that you brought me,
when you told me you never loved me.
It's so amazing, how you have so many faces
And you're not the person i thought
that i had fell so deep in love with.
Well, be convinced, you stubborn bitch.
I like:
the way you would fall asleep and snore on the phone.
the way you think you're so bloody handsome and that you can charm many many girls(or boys).
the way you whine for something that you always want.
the way you use your bolster as your 'waiyu'.
the way you want something, but give it up, for me.
the way you bitch about your mother and listens to her.
the way you have to kup and whispers byebyebyebyebyebyebye. because your mother came back.
the way you don't say 'love you' every single minute the way my exs do.
the way you don't call me 'baby'.
the way you know when i'm angry.
the way you keep things from me to prevent me from getting hurt.
the way you keep saying lame things and make me laugh.
the way you got so anxious when i say 'I go and die'.
the way you're so similar, yet different from me.
the way you act like you don't care, but in fact, you do.
the way that we're together, yet, not together.
Check the dictionaries.
There's something bugging me. For a good long half-a-day.
Ready for it?
I know that i have to bring a White ring file for maths on Monday for EM. And then there's this other thing... but i can't remember what.
Too much seriousness in wanting to study have made me gone nuts.
I think it's starting to seep into my blood.
I can feel it runnin' through my veins.
(I'm a scholarship holder and the Hall's(That's where i'm gna be taking my O' lvls) my stage)
I'm shocking myself with my performance this year.
From last year slacker Karyl, to this year's mugging Karyl. And i'm talking 'bout doing the bring-home-to-do work getting done here.
It's been a week since school reopened and my Secondary 5 with 12 points, baby!'s life's has began.
And i'm not behind on any homework, I'm not falling asleep in every single boring lessons.
And i'm actually paying attention and doing maths and following my Timetable.
Not to mention: ________.(this is a secret!)
Freakyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
I want: Red hot sneakers.
I hope: To not fall asleep in tuition tomorrow.
I am: Pertaining to study, a studious girl.
On a mission: To find out what's motivating me so much.
Laze around all day,
Not that i lazy dont want update blog okay.
Is that i have nothing to update.
Currently at Elaine's house, she's supposed to be studyingggggggggggggg!
Will tonight be a good night?
Sleep tight, baby,
Hello 2010, Hello rotting blog.
2010 almost-countdown at vivo.
Actually, i have alot to post about.
And now, i just have no more mood to post anymore.
Because of you-know-who.
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