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M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period. Tagboard
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Saturday, January 10, 2009
Happy Birthday. on the dot : 2 hours and 5 minutes till 0000 hours . till my birthday, that is . to you. i don't know what's your problem, why you're avoiding me . i can tell that it was something i did, or maybe its just you . i don't really know how guys think, but i know how you do . maybe you're like this cause i turned you down, i don't know . maybe i don't know how you think either . whatever, i just want things to be as it is, like before . just talk to me, please . i can't stand the guilt, do it, as a birthday wish . that's the only thing i'm hoping for for my fourteenth birthday, i'm pleading . i don't want things to get so awkward. its like you don't know me, like you don't even bother to wave or show a smile . for me to talk to you in school, its like a big deal . for me to wave at you, or smile, its something i'm afraid to do . afraid of getting turned down, by a glance, or just by you ignoring me . whatever, i'll just get over you, hopefully. i give you my thanks, thank you, for the late night talks during the holidays, and that walk home . thank you, for being there to lend a ear, when no one's listening, and thank you, for making feel special, with all the flattery . i don't know if you had feelings for me at the first place, i seriously don't . but, it doesn't matter . i doubt that you're reading this, but if you are, i'm sorry . xoxo, Mistika . |
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Let's runaway now
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