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TASHX



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




Monday, November 17, 2008
/ 7:05 PM

I've been on blogger since 2pm this noon. Th horror, I sat here since thn to redo my blogskin. And within 2 bloody minutes, *POOF*. Yupe, and nw, here I go again. Yet on anthr idea. So tdy, I'm feelng a little lost. Mybe it's cus, I dnt hear familiar voices and see no faces. My friends are nt ard. My Baby is smewhr dg smth and nt rplyng my texts. And it's been raining. Th world slows dwn, bt I wnt it to stop. I wnt my love to stay. I wnt wht's perfect. Is it too mch to ask fr? My Baby clled me beautiful th oth day. Oh trst me, it feels so good it hurts. And it stl does.

'Your eyes, the way you smile, the way hug me, the way you kiss me.'

Wht a big break fr me. I totally let loose whtvr flaws I've tried to hide. And evrythng has been a walk in th park fr me lately. Let's jst cut my brother out of th story. I'll gve up evry thng I hve jst to hear him cll me beautiful again. It's kind of big to knw tht yr prtner cn tll th diffrnce between 'beautiful' and 'hot'. I hv snce promised to mke my Baby happier. And help him in all th ways tht I cn jst as mch as he has dne fr me. And here cmes my Baby, turrah guys!