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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.


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Friday, August 14, 2009 @ 9:10 PM
I'm a wreckage.
Its Friday, the end of another week.
I know that my blog's been dead since Sunday now.
But yeah, I'm sure there's no one interested enough to read my blog anyway.

This week's been a wreck.
I'm feeling really tired, stressed out, down.
Due to stuff here and there, pulling me down.
Ugh, I just don't understand YOU.
And I do trust you, but I can't seem to accept the facts.
GOD, I swear I'm going to turn into a wreck like a crazy woman if I continue like this.
Its taking me so long to be __________.
And I don't know why, I feel this way about YOU.

My own pretense's falling through, and I can see through YOURS too.
YOU should be thinking why I'm putting on a pretense.
Because I can't show anything that I want to anymore.
Because the more I do, the more I'll implicate things with you.
I'm confused now,pssssht. Go figure.

Blogger's totally screwed.
Don't know what the hell it'd ever be okay.
& I really don't know what to do.


If I said this, I would appear to be not keeping my promises.
But if I don't, I would also appear to be not keeping my promises.
Can you see my dilemma now ?
Sigh. Life gets so hard.
And I'm tired of being the last to know.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I can't be like what I used to do, jumping on the toes of my feet,
complaining about how I'd be feeling and you'd lend me your shoulder to lie on.
I can't do what I used to do, convince you with just pure words anymore.
Expectations gets higher, as life gets deeper.
Contemplate the future,
Forget the past,
Live the present.

Ah, I sound like a aged old person, trying to screw logic into one self's brain.
I can't even get my own life straight.
Perhaps this might be another failure I've made.
I know now, which position I stand in.
L'ove, I need you right now.
Need your comfort, need your whispers.
Need your hugs, need your shoulder.
Need your smile, need your warmth.
Fall into your arms now.

Love,xoxo.

P.S, I saw L'ove on TV on NDP <3
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