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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
it all amounts to nothing in the end
Saturday, June 12, 2010 | 9:33 pm



i have been in a very confusing tumble of emotions. i have been holding my breath for ten seconds everytime i start to blow. but most of the times i just keep quiet. the thought of ignoring someone's presence burns up the guilt in me. all the more, i end up biting my tongue. cliche...

i like being half awake in the morning. i love the feeling of having the morning breeze sweep my hair off my face. i like all that everything when i'm still in bed.

i do not know when i can finally buy time to actually buy an actual bed, but my expectations are set amazingly high. i do not like sharp edges nor the thought of having to clearly see where my head and legs should be at. hmm, decisions decisions.

something about you is very addictive.