with you, I'd dance in a storm.

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I’ll never be the same.
Sunday, June 26, 2011

We’re still friends. But not the same anymore. I guess it’s time to say goodbye to our past. From now on, everything won’t be like before.

You’ll never understand how I felt on my birthday, and all those time you couldn’t be there. I don’t blame you. If you think what you’re doing is right for you, I wish you all the happiness you could have. Your choice is clear and I understand. What you said that day, I’ll never forget.

Still, I think that is enough. I was there for you when you were down, there for you when he couldn’t be, but where were you when I needed you?

You were always special and all that, but guess I don’t mean as much to you. We’re still friends. But not the same anymore.

Goodbye ♥


[♥ clarice] danced at 11:54 PM


Happy fucking birthday.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011

 

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I should just spend my fucking birthday alone.


[♥ clarice] danced at 12:55 AM


Out of Job
Tuesday, June 14, 2011

THOUGHTS OF THE DAY:

THE SUN SHOULD JUST STOP HIDING BEHIND THE CLOUDS ALL DAY.

RACHEL’S RETREAT. LOOKING STUPID. HOHOHO.

WHERE THE FUCK ARE ALL THESE ANTS COMING FROM?

I SHOULD PACK MY ROOM.


[♥ clarice] danced at 4:36 PM


Consequences.
Thursday, June 9, 2011

So something’s wrong with me lately, I’m not sure what. My mood swings are worse than Singapore’s weather. Tell me what’s wrong somebody? Huh? Right. Self-denial. Guess that’s what’s happening to me. I plaster a smile on my face, I smile, laugh and be happy. This artificial plastic surgery doesn’t quite last. Sometimes reality seeps in and slaps me in the face, crumbling my facade.
 
I hate my pretentious self lately. I brush it off like it doesn’t concern me, being all nonchalant about this whole thing. It’s time to stop. Not that it’s helping. The pain still feels so downright real.

I don’t need any form of comfort or sympathy from anyone right now. I just wna hurt, till it doesn’t anymore. Words left unsaid, questions left unanswered. Everything’s pointless now, let’s leave it at that. Let time heal all wounds. Will time heal me? Will time heal you? I hope time gets to you first.

[♥ clarice] danced at 10:44 PM