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MAINEGASM
MAINEGASM: read and i don't freakin care. it's my blog, and no one should care. concerned, there's a tagboard there. alright. Quotes: get 500 million friends and in the end they'll be your enemies.
three dots and a sound
Wednesday, October 31, 2012, 9:28 PM
I'm not that type of girl you see walking past the hallway. It's just so weird. I wonder what people think when they see me. I wonder what's running in their heads. Do they think I'm pretty? Normal? Ugly? There are just a lot of things to question about. One after the another. I tend to over think. Sometimes, it becomes uncontrolled. I guess these are the times when I feel so uninspired. Or maybe there's just this huge portion of my individuality that is being consumed by this giant unexplainable matter behind all things. A predetermined force, as they say. I don't know, it's just weird. How you can control yourself but can't control your life? How you can take hold of things but the future is this big intangible object that you anticipate.

Am I dreaming now?

10:46
Saturday, October 6, 2012, 10:46 PM
These are actually the times when I wish I ain't invisible. These are actually the times when I want to climb up the social ladder. I guess the main reason for this is that when you wanted to be with someone you know you'll never ever be with.

Is this just a simple crush? Or is this another way to break my heart to pieces again.

I know I shouldn't be babbling about these stuff. But can you blame a child of love a thousand times?

I wanna go to the beach and feel the sand on my toes. I need some fresh air.

College Crush
Friday, October 5, 2012, 9:21 PM
Hi Crush,

It's a Friday, we don't have school. I wonder what you're doing, what you're thinking, what you drinking. I wonder if you're with someone else right now.

You see, my head is fucked up.

I always think about you. Yep, every second of everyday.

I can't help but think if you search for my name on the internet like how I do to yours. It's pathetic, I know. But can you tell me how to stop being so damn mesmerized with the way you look?

I don't look forward to any suspensions of classes. You see, that would mean I wouldn't be able to see you. It's so weird, I never felt this way before. Given the fact that this is still a crush.

It's so hard to expect. You know what I mean? Those stares are just stares. I wonder if we can be more than that? It's just, everything's a blur.

But I hope, for at least a split second you'd be mine. Because right now, right at this moment...

You are the most perfect creature I've ever seen in my entire life.

Love,
M.