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Saturday, July 09, 2011

sometimes i think i'm hard to love.
confessions leave me paralysed, and i buckle in all directions from arms that try to wrap me tight.
i don't know why.
maybe i have a problem with commitment.
maybe i just want to be my own person.
i think i am so detached from my emotions that i have become incapable of feeling for others. it is horrendous that i am so cold, so cold.

4:46am

heart pounding like a drum.
watching vampire diaries at night is so not a good idea........

6:18am

there's something beautiful and alluring about the dangerous and mysterious.
a part of our souls that are always drawn to the dark side,
a fatal human condition to desire knowledge of the unknown.

7:03am

bye-bye, blackbird

7:08am

she's not here @

4:35 AM