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Info  If you've found this blog, then chances are great that you know me. I'm just a regular asian schoolgirl, and there's nothing out of the ordinary with me. But alongside that, I am a violinist, an artist, a model, a travel enthusiast, and a web designer. I love many things such as: my culture, foreign languages, books, stuffed animals, the rain, and animals. In the same breath, I dislike a few things. These few would consist of: homework, cold weather, milk, heights and crowded beaches. I also have my share of hopes and dreams alongside everyone else.
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Wednesday, July 30, 20083:37 PM
Waiting is not my Forte
Fact: Waiting is not my forte  I don't like waiting around for you. I hope you understand that. I don't want to wait for a knight in shining armour if he's going to turn out to be a loser wrapped in tinfoil. Really, that's all that you are. I mean, tinfoil is just oh so durable. You could go through the fire and flames. And by that I mean the song on Guitar Hero. Why are we all waiting around anyway? If a guy had loved me as much as he said, or wanted to find me that badly, wouldn't he come? I'm not going to wait forever. I'm not one of those girls; those girls are going to spend their lives wasting away underneath a street lamp long past the time it goes out. Really, you didn't mean much to me now that I think about it. It was a stupid mistake of you to tell me that you 'loved' me after the first, what, week? You're a dip#$@& you know that? I hope you burn. I'm not scornful that our relationship is over, you're just so stupid. I just can't help but hate you. You didn't break my heart. You'd probably love that wouldn't you? Once again, infatuation is the word to describe it. You don't know how to make someone happy. That's one of the reasons I never called you when I was upset. Besides, you'd just sit there in silence and listen to me cry. You wouldn't comfort me. You'd go off and do whatever the hell it is you do and pick up the phone once in a while to see if I was still crying and whining. You were never the sensitive one; you were all about the guys. Which leads me to the question: Why didn't you date them? I hated even more, not the fact that you forgot about me, but the fact that you made stupid decisions and got all depressed about them. I don't care, drop out of school so I never have to see your face again. Get all those piercings, I hope when you get older they sag and cause you to look like a heap of folds. I'm glad I don't have to see you anymore. I'd probably act nice to your face, but cuss you out on how you fail at life in my head. I thought about you today. Does that make your bruised ego feel a little better? ---- |
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