I am a wandering spirit tangled in the shit of this transient thing called human existence.
I'm the product of the things that have happened to me and the decisions I refused to make. I am nothing different than other people, I am pretty normal-- well, I thought I was unique back then but people started claiming they were unique too, so, hello reality.
Pausiu
Jio
Denielle James
Crisa
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
November 2008
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
"I love you" Throughout the whole ordeal I did not once cry, and now that he's eased into dreamland, I allowed myself to tear. I've let it happen again and I almost had myself fooled, but most of my tears are shed on account of one painful truth.
I know he never means it and I know he never will.
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Something's really bothering me but I don't know what it is.