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한국어: 미안해요 华语: 白日做梦 This is a fun little 'pet-project' of a schoolgirl where she goes on to vent her feelings, thoughts and views, write, and babble on about nonesense that goes about her usual life. |
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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Monday, September 22, 200810:06 PM
wow, this is odd  Fact: I think I actually miss you..I can truthfully say that up until today, I hadn't missed you at all. Actually, if we went deeper I could tell you that I could care less if you jumped off of the Brooklyn Bridge and onto a thick sheet of ice, cracking your skull on impact, as all that was in your mind spilled out in a pool of red. I've gotta tell you the truth and gotta say that I might've laughed because I expected something like that from you. [I only ask for forgiveness about that image I just placed in your head] But there was something about today. I don't know why, but I wanted you to throw your arms around me and go 'I miss you'. It'd be nice, but I know I can live without you. Besides, all you ever did was screw me over and mess everything up for me. But you know, there are those days where I feel like I need you. No, you don't have the satisfaction that I think about you. Really I don't bother wasting my breath or my gray matter. But whenever I see specific motifs, then I'll think of you. I don't look at you, nor do I talk to you. I'm glad. Maybe I'll give you a hug next time I see you. Or not. The touch of your skin might melt my flesh anyway. ---- |
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