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turn my insides out and smother me.


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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.

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Sunday, June 28, 2009
You left with me with nothing.

This is where it ends.

It's the last day of holidays already. And I'm an ass for not actually spending it wisely. I woke up late today, at 1315hours to be precise, and I still procrastinated and delayed. I got up at 1330 just to find out that it's a beautiful day today, so beautiful, I could have actually went out and took some pictures of people or places in the neighbourhood, instead of taking my time to get up and take a shower. I spent the afternoon, laying on the couch staring at the television, hoping that a miracle would happen. What kind of a miracle? It doesn't really matter, cause I know miracles don't usually happen, so why bother hoping/wishing ? It's the start of term 3 tomorrow. I have no clue what we're gonna study for the next semester, and I don't think I can take another day without thinking about my future and what I'm gonna do with myself. I promised myself that I'm gonna do better this semester, but I'm probably gonna break that promise like I did with the previous ones. I keep telling others not to make empty promises, but what's the point when I myself relinquish those promises made. I'm an epitome of liars, and I can't be trusted. I can't be trusted, that's for sure. There's so many freaking distractions that I don't want to get bemused by but somehow I keep sidetracking and I can't contain myself from drawing away from all this nonsense. I need help.
Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe.