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♥ Florence, over-hyperactive. I (L) eating chocolates, and I'm a klutz,as well as a trouble-maker :D I'm fourteen, and July the 15th would be awesome. I love being cheeky and childish. That's the part of me that'll never grow up. I have a mind of a five-year-old and I love putting a smile on people's faces. So if you're down, I'm always here. Netball's my passion, and I'm loving it. I'm hoping for fairytales and miracles to happen ^^. I may be naive at times, but you can't cheat me. Currently attached with baby♥, and still counting on. I'm tremendously spontaneous and hyperactive most of the times. I love sweet things, they simply melt my heart. Equal Equation, L'ove.

Can someone tell me what to say,
to just make you stay.

1248 hours, Sunday afternoon.
I'm bored, bored to the maxxxxx.
Decided to post, as the laptop is mine now.
Haaaaaaaaaaah, I've got simply nothing to do.
And so in return to my lack of updates over the past week,
I shall spam my blog with new posts of crap, though I doubt anyone would read ;D
Finished tuition just now, was super super high.
Make the whole class laughed with all my stupid jokes.
Of course, only some people know, that the more high I am, its all just a distraction.
My heart wasn't or doesn't really cooperate with the mood well.
Its all just merely a distraction.
Sigh, I thought that the happiness could last for long, last me throughout the day.
But I was wrong.
After around the first one and a half hours of being hyper, I started to quieten down.
And I felt all the sadness surround me, and I had the urge to cry.
It felt kind of ridiculous, and idiotic at the same time, but still.
Sigh, I really don't know what to do with myself.
Hah, all these are stupid mistakes I make in my life.
I screw everything up for myself, practically.
How ironic.

Its Sunday, the end of a week once again.
Probably going out today with family.
Don't know where we're going, and I doubt that Dad has any plans.
Sigh, I seem to be waiting for something that seem to be never ever coming soon enough,
to supress my sadness.
Ugh, this sucks. Now I'll just be waiting for all the misery to tug at my serrated wounds.

I wet my pillow with my tears last night,
when I could no longer have the breath to sigh.

Everytime I get stuck,
the words won't fit.

I try so hard,
to not make this fall.

But it didn't pull through,
after all.

What am I supposed to say,
if it could all end one day.

What would I do,
if everything comes undone once again.

Do I go back to where I once started,
and let the pain tug at the wound's serrated edge?


♥,xoxo.
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