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nostalgia.

disclaimer! :D

WHEEEE!

you're at: www.myperfectlies.blogspot.com
the Ms is: Melissa Ng
started since: 05-12-1991
contents: diary

sentimental.

about yourself!
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LOVES!

shopping,clothes,shoes,books,twilight;D edward cullen, and my dearest cousin !<3

HATES!

Loads and loads and mountains of mountains of homework!! school! D: WISHES! Get straight or curvy "A" for studies :D

ChatAboutIt;D.

HearThis!


First Love - Utada Hikaru

leave.

CREDITS!

By chantel
Base Code & Inspiration pride.avenue:D
Images introvertevent welder bora
Lyrics Avril Lavigne's When You're Gone

ARCHIVES!

December 2008
January 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

I hate this so much that I wanna scream outloud.

Why must everything be so twisted?


I hate me.

I hate you.


I hate the feeling of having my hopes dashed before I even realized their existence; I hate that low sinking feeling. I hate being disappointed.


I want to choose to believe in you, that’s why I still hope. But, you never cared did you? As long as things just go on, there’s no need to give a damn no? I hate this, I hate that you are indifferent. i hate that you don’t even bother. Strangers. This word kept recurring in my head. Maybe even strangers would care more.


I don’t wish to have any more expectations.

To see them trampled on the ground like that is too much for me to bear.

This path, it hurts so much..




I’m sorry to myself, and to you for the things that can never be.


10:23 PM
A sentimental yearning.