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Monday, May 14, 2007
Screw You.

I used to think Love was this magical thing everyone looked forward to sharing with a certain someone. But as moments pass, I learn that Love hurts people more than anyone or anything can possibly do.

I hate love for hurting my friends. I hate it for making them miserable and breaking them apart. I can’t say I hate love for hurting me because, let’s face it. I’m not in love. And I hope it remains that way. Back to the point.

I hate love for breaking my friends’ hearts. I want love to die. Is there such a thing as an everlasting love?

The more I see love hurt the people around me, the more I’m afraid of it. I won’t deny it. I am afraid. To love and be loved. I see the people I care about be crushed because of love. They say nothing lasts forever. I guess when you’re in love, you feel like you’re on top of the world. But the truth of the matter is: Love is just a momentary lapse. Love lasts for a short while. Maybe it lasts longer if you’re really lucky.

I’m not looking forward to falling in love. Maybe I will in the future. It’s all in good time. But as of now, I’m going to treat love as if it doesn’t really matter.

Love is stupid.

Love is for (Like my bitch always says) Fools.

I’m the girl that runs up to you when I see you. And I’m the girl who jumps at every moment to talk to you, and I am the girl who REGRETS IT ALL LATER.

2:10 AM
Strut It. ♥

hello
Spoil Me. ♥
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Hate Me.
I Dont Give A Fuck.

My Heart Is On My Sleeve.

Couture Queen.
I Crave.

<3 One Tree Hill.
<3 Chocolates.
<3 Ice Cream.
<3 Clothes.
<3 Shoes.
<3 Bags.
<3 Music.
<3 Guitar. <3 iPod.
<3 Cellphone.
<3 Amigas.
<3 Amigos.
<3 Movies.
<3 Puppies.
<3 Fall Out Boy.
<3 Boys Like Girls.
<3 McFly.
<3 Pete Wentz.
<3 Danny Jones.
<3 ANTM.
<3 American Idol.
<3 Date My Mom.
<3 SFTNPCDoll.
<3 Brucas.
<3 Malls.
<3 Gossip Girl.
<3 Chiclit Novels.
<3 Oneone.
<3 SPCP.
<3 Summer.
<3 Bikinis.
<3 Havaianas.
<3 Beach.
<3 Being A DIVA.


I HATE.

% Boys.
% Roaches.
% Roadkill.
% Mice.
% Snakes.
% Worms.
% Fakes.
% Plastics.
% Whores.
% Bitches.
% Fuckers.
% Assholes.
% Peyton.
% Leyton.
% Did I Mention Boys? :))
quote me.
WHOA! EASY ON THE SKANKY INNUENDO!

I Thought I Knew You.
But I Guess It's Easier.
To See What We Want Than To Look For The Truth.
You Think You Know Me, But You Dont.
That Means You Dont Know What I Can Do.
The Courage Of Life Is A Mixture Of Triumph And Tragedy.
A Man Does What He Must, Inspite Personal Consequences.
Inspite Of Obstacles And Dangers And Pressures.
And That Is The Basis Of Morality.

Boom, Baby!
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So, What's Next?
June 13, 2007
IMA SOPHOMORE.

goodbye
Links:
Bea.
Bea.
Cheska.
Chamy.
Carmela.
Tony.
Nichola.
Nikki S.
Kit.
Andrea.


Yesterdays.
May 2007
June 2007