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Shoutouts ♥

I want to live in a world full of cliche fantasies, plus the screwed up storyline of course.
I love who I love and love is what holds me together now.
My heart has the fragile signs taped all over it.
I can make a great facade, I'm just too good that it hurts only myself in the end.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010


After three days of sleepless nights, aches, fever, coughs and pain every single time I breathe, Yours Truly is back and posting. Not fully recovered but from the way I'm speaking/typing, you can see/read that I'm better(I didn't even have the energy to talk for days)

Seriously, this time, it's the worst time ever, I can't taste anything; even the air tastes bad! How is that even possible. My lips tingles and every time I move, it hurts, as if an organ will fall out of place. That's how bad it feels like.

Halfway typing this, Chucky called, and I realized how slow I spoke, taking deep breaths after every syllable to get the word out but in the end I'd end up with a cough, because I was out of breath. Sorry Chucky, for the un-fun convo.

If dying means suffering the way I am suffering right now, might as well kill me right now or don't even think about coming near me, Death. (Except you, Remo, my Hottie Reaper.)

I can't help but to feel awful that I broke someone's heart.
Maybe me getting sick is the punishment? The guilt eating me up?

Now my chest hurts. :(

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