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Hie, Im Tash. I've wasted my youth and I'm fixing it back slowly. And I don't regret what I am today. Because I don't copy and act like an exact replica of my friends. I have a life and I'm living it. I don't make friends and in the next two hours call you baby. Many of my 'Baby's have been through my ups and downs for at least 2 years. I don't give in to people w little or no originality. Fuck off.




lovex


I love you, Baby. Nothing can part us. Don't get me started on when you look me in the eyes. You were more than everything I expected. I expected selfish and uncanning, you showed me that men too are beautiful. I expected rude and self-centered, you taught me to love others as well. I expected you to expect perfection, you guided me while I learnt from my mistakes. You're everything that I really needed and you've been there for me through it all. I can't make it on my own, Love. I'm gna tll you I love you in the best way that I can. I promise to make every second count, I promise you, Love.



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Smth soon.



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Same goes.



listen to love.
designer: unconsciously,
guidance: darkdegree




Friday, November 14, 2008
/ 12:20 PM

I have really nothing to say. You're eating me inside out and you don't even know it. Try opening your eyes, take a step back and turn around to see me cry. Can you not think of yourself. The fucking world doesn't revolve around you. You want our relationship to work out and there you are not doing anything to make it work out. Sweetie, there is something called effort. And I think I'm the only 19 year old in this relationship. You're the 15 year old to me. More like 5.

You want things to go your way without you having to do anything about it. In my world, you have to earn it. You work for it to get it. It fucking takes two hands to clap and two people to make one baby. Everything comes in pairs. Every work has to be done in twos. I can clearly fall in love with myself.

But please, I want you to love me. Not expect me to know that you love me. I can say I love you to everyone I see. And at the same time, I can say it and not mean it. Don't tell me that because you remind me that you love me that I'm supposed to know. Can you prove it to me that you love me. Because honestly, you've proven me nothing. You keep telling me you're going to do something about it. But you never do.

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired all the time. For a start can you at least make me feel like we're in this together? I don't want you to say anything to make me happy. Just do it. Do it for yourself, do it for me, do it for our rleationship to work. Please, I'm in a very fragile state. A simple line can make me laugh or cry. A single word can make me and just might break me. Be careful with your words.

I'm dead enough. If I was a cat, I'd be clinging onto my 9th life with my fingernails. I'm on the verge of breaking down YET AGAIN. Please do something about it. Don't just tell me,' Baby, stop crying please. ' I'm really weak, Ilham. I can barely eat. I haven't had a wink of sleep. I don't know what you're doing to me. It's a fine line between you loving me and you wanting to pretend you're loving me just to break me.

I can't see through the me I used to be. I used to be so strong. None of this used to affect me. I never really fell in love. I strayed from love. But then you came along and you changed my whole life. My heart is going, gone away. You're like a scam. You come and give me everything at first. And when I give you all my trust, you run and shy away from me and you took my dignity and heart.

This is the trouble with love. It tears me up inside. Stop tearing me. Because in the end, I'm the only one who's going to have to fix myself back together. Love doesn't care how fast I fall. It's a matter of who's going to catch you. Love is not about losing your lonely self in the tunnel. It's about who's going to meet you at the end of all the darkness that has once engulfed your ugly soul and swallowed you alive. This is not an English composition that I have to use dramatic words for. There's just no other word to use to describe this feeling.

Please, Ilham. Make this work.

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