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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating

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hiirah-Mahiirraahh, 05/08/1991
Loves Sushi&Chocolate. I'm a fan of Purple/Red/Yellow.

I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?
— Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Heard about my friend having her hard time to adjust her heart.
I feel bad over her. The person treat her like a pain.
Like once of a story I've red(past tense of read).
Listen her whimpers, sobs on the phone, I was nearly panic!!!
I don't know what to do. I only could possible to soothe her.
Even if i joke, I was afraid I would say something wrong.
But i did to cheer her up... hehe...

Now I was a little worried about my story writing fanfiction.
cause i scared it will turn bad and lame and so on....
But i could possible i want to make it and like my friend read even if it's a BoyxBoy love.
The story I want to write have a little bit like Cinderella but it's totally different. Very different.
I've came up with the story line. But I've always stuck whenever on prologue. I sucks at starting the story.
I already knew and plan the middle of the story.
But i really can't think the starting.
Hmm...
Why not give me time to think?
But it's not possible. I always got distracted.
haha... I've always wanted to show this picture...
Sorry if you feel disgusted.



























Isn't HE pretty? I can't say beautiful. only pretty..
got to go..
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay