someday, my prince will come
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blogs are dramaticised. mine, in particular, being especially so.
self-dilute my satirical nonsense, as you deem fit. i am generally a lot lesser than my insubstantial vernacular. comments are generally unappreciated and ignored. unless you have been involved in a clandestine scandal with me, i will pretend to be ignorant to your cognizance of this humble presence. i am on a perpetuated diet. i am unbelievably stubborn. i am ridiculously fickle-minded. i am full of shit. i know. |
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for you.. @ 22:23
everytime we quarrel, i spend. my bank account is back to 2 digit status now after splurging unnecessarily on 3 new bras. -_-" tamade ray loves me, despite all my shortcomings, all the nonsense that i have had him put up with. sometimes, i wonder how long this novelty can last. sometimes, i wonder if i will start looking beyond the funny faces that ray makes and realise that its nowhere near what i'm looking for. i see the effort that my boyfriend has been putting in to make this work. it makes me sad seeing as he's trying so hard and i'm just feeling unsatisfied and unhappy all the time. perhaps, i should learn to love myself and love him too. for him at least. Sunday, July 15, 2007  |