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I won't tell you, i won't let you see.
What you mean,
Cause you mean everything.

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You're my supernova.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013 // 12:34 AM

alright!
I'm back.
& i damn well know it that it's bad to post when emotional, but i can't help it.
cause i've been thinking.
yes, thinking kills at times.

okay, it depends on what you're thinking.
One of the things i've been thinking is that, what would life be if i didn't create my twitter account in the first place.
I created it at first because i found out Nicole Scherzinger has one. & it was my one way to be updated with everything Nicole. and then it progressed to Lana Parrilla when i started watching Once Upon A Time. Everything is Parrilla and nothing hurts. then, evil regal family, evil regal sisters, evil regal best friends, evil regal everything.

Damn this thinking thing. i hate it.
I hate it when i get so attached to people, because i know, one day, they will leave. like what everyone else has been doing. Coming into my life, then leaving without say goodbye for some. Well, two made it a lesson for me to learn, but really who actually learns from their lesson?

i know i don't.

so here i am again, digging the hole deeper and deeper and jumping in without hesitation. and most probably regretting it after a few months or a few days.

damn i hate insecurities.
tell me what i truly mean to you, please?
okay, now i sound like i'm begging.

god, i'm beyond saving.
is that even a word? or a phrase? is that how you even describe it?

I think i'm starting to feel something, or maybe i did when i first met you. Maybe it's just me trying to control myself whenever i'm talking to you. Maybe i'm just silly. Maybe i just....
Okay, i know it's mostly not maybe. but really, who cares? no one. not. even. you.
Just so you know, i....

okay, i think i'm just gonna shut up.
til next time!