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Axxa.

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You've got such beautiful words but none which block the rain, bandage my wounds, nor build a home.


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Saturday, October 12, 2013

it's the weekend and i don't have a job! hello world. i'm too damn broke to even get anywhere that doesn't requires public transportation. this is sad really. i'm 23. is this normal? urgh. i could try with my credit card but i don't really wanna max it out spending other then necessities. thank goodness at least some of my priorities is still intact.

rants aside, just got my heart broken again for like the 10th time? the next time i ever even the slightest feel something, do me a favour and stab me straight in the gut? people keep going at me to respect yourself enough to walk away but how could you when u know they're the reason you feel happy. even that slightest bit i'll gladly take it. they take up all the space in your mind. the butterfly in the stomach. how do you just get over that. and remind me how it took me 3 damn years to finally feel like this again after 100 of dates. it's like a rarity. it finally happen but it didnt even last 1 year. maybe i'm really a difficult person to be with? i mean there has to be a fault in me for it to always fail right? lord could someone point that out to me? what in the hell is freaking wrong with me?)':

i have loads of things to get it out my chest but i'm boiling water for my noodles and i dont really wanna burn the kitchen. be back! this post is gonna be the longest essays i have ever written in my life. i just knew it!

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