| Friday, November 02, 2007 |
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i want to cry.. but don't worry, i won't. self control.. *thin smile* if i could, i probably would sleep all the way til i don't remember, don't feel anything. IF i could.. hmmm.. but boy do i sure hate waking up from dreams, nightmares, etc. the sense of disorientation; the memories of the dreams. starting to dream every night again.. or perhaps nightmare is a better word. they say that that's when you're at your most vulnerable. hah? maybe. i don't know. i just know that i hate waking up in a jolt of fear/hurt, in the midst of nightmares, crying from the memories. sighs. d'ya know you haunt my dreams? |
| 'please don't stop the music 12:42 am |
now playing :
| song of my life. |
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Past the point of no return - no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end. Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . . |
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| I am an eighteen-year-old student currently attending Republic Polytechnic. I enjoy reading, writing, chilling, intelligence, and sarcasm. My goals in life include being a professional slacker, wasting as much of my time, life and intelligence away, sleeping a minimum of 12 hours everyday, being a successful bum, and maybe, possibly, someone you could bring home to meet mom with. |
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