Recent BBQs: I feel lost. Mommy says it's cuz I've grown-up. Wierd's e irony in e regret nw over my childhood dream of growing-up quickly realising.
Laughing out loud.
Time.
LAH.
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What do you call a girl you love most,
What do you call the girl you hate most...
What do you call that girl you wanna scream at,
Then kiss her sweet the most?

Even if told to write a love song but,
With you
Outta my heart.
Yet still in my mind.
All I feel is
A sort of broken-ness...

Why did ya
Take my heart away?
Now I'm waiting for
The pieces
To reappear, to reappear.
Why don't ya
Strip my memories?
It's only too possible,
Though a matter of time, anyway
For a non-existent existence...
One such as me...

How ironic that...
Thinking of happy times
Could. Invoke. Such. Sorrow.
Show me my way out.

Baby, you're telling me the words you
Should've said
Yesterday last month,
Or, a summer back...
Maybe years ago.
Not now that I'm so in you.

Why don't ya
Take my heart away?
I'm waiting for
The pieces
To disappear anyway.
Why don't ya
Strip my memories?
Shouldn't be impossible,
Just a matter of time, anyway
For a non-existent existence...
One such as me...

How ironic that...
Thinking of happy times
Could. Invoke. Such. Sorrow.
Let me show you my way out.

Somehow,
It feels slightly deja vu.
Fairyland isn't home,
Afterall.

To you, even if you dunn read my blog anymore.

To you, even if it's onli my wishful thinking tt you dint want this ending either.

To you, even if this courage --which I took the time since I wrote this to summon-- was onli courage to withstand others who are reading, and their secret mockery at my stubborn denial tt we're 2/2 = 1, and not 1/2 = 0.5.

To you.