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Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Hey, Pain.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality. We hurt ourselves so others can’t. People are afraid of their feelings. Afraid of loving someone too much, and when that person doesn’t love you back, you’re left with nothing but an empty heart and an ache in the pit of your stomach. People talk about how great love is. But that’s such bullshit. Love isn’t everything. Love hurts. Love is for people who try to convince themselves that there is only one person out there for everyone. That everyone’s destined to be with someone. If that is so, then would someone please explain to me why there’s this crazy fat lady, living next door, who owns 5 lazy-ass cats. She lives alone. No maids, no family, and possibly no friends. And no man to support her, to love her. Where’s the dude who’s destined to be with her?

People have shown me, based on their experiences that pain is evil and dangerous. How do you expect people to love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. Let’s take this as an example. You’re in love, with the guy next door. You think everything is going perfect. You hear the birds chirping, the sun is bright, the clouds are smiling at you and it seems like nothing can go wrong. But then, he tells you there’s someone else. You’re broken. The next time a guy comes along, you have your guard up. You thank the dude who hurt you previously because now, you’re careful and aware of your feelings.

People try to hide their pain. They try to pretend that everything’s fine, everything’s okay, everything’s super. But deep down, they’re shattered, into tiny pieces that seem impossible to put back together. The people who hide their pain not only fool others, but fool themselves as well.

Pain in something you should carry. The only good thing about it is that you feel your strength in the presence pain. It’s all in how you carry it. How you show it. That’s what matters.

Pain is a feeling and your feelings are part of you, they’re part of who you are, they’re the ones who build you up and break you down. But when they break you down, you get back up and feel even stronger than before.

If you hide your pain, and if you feel ashamed of it, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You’re letting them be aware that you’re reluctant to show who you really are. Sure, if you show your pain, society would know that someone broke your heart. But it also lets them know that you’re aware of what people can do to you. You have your guard up. No one can hurt you.

So stand up for your right to feel your pain.

No one can hurt you.

Better you than me.

11:13 PM
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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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June 13, 2007
IMA SOPHOMORE.