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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
/ 10:49 PM

Ogaye, everything is fine and I'm mending my own broken heart. But nothing feels right. I keep feeling like I'm made of shit and nothing about me is worth caring for, giving a little surprise to, making up for, satisfying, loving sincerely for or taken care of by any boy; or girl for that matter. This isn't the life that I chose. This is not how I want everything to be. Shoot me, shoot me. It's more painful to go through, now than ever. I don't know why it hurts so much. I thought I was okay. Why does it still hurt. Now, I want to drown myself in tears, yay. Period, I got nothing to say. Honestly.