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Tried to take a picture; Of love
I wanna fill this new frame; But it's Empty
sanguyen ,
` youngin
high school (senior fall of `10)
she loves food + sleep dogs
and water
fan of: K+Jpop,him.
I wanna fill this new frame; But it's Empty
{/profile --
ramblings of a teenage girl
sanguyen ,
` youngin
high school (senior fall of `10)
she loves food + sleep dogs
and water
fan of: K+Jpop,
Tried to write a letter; In ink
I've got a peice of paper; But it's Empty
Wow. How come it hurts soo much. I hate being put down. Even though I cant express my feelings. Doesnt mean you keep hateiin' on me till I break apart. I realy dont like this. I want to move to some place far away. Some place no one knows me, I want to start over. I want a fresh life. I dont like the life that I am currently living in. You just keep hanging on and your not letting go. Its like you want to make sure I dont take a step further in my path. I want to determine my path but theres an obstacle that I cant get rid of. If I would be able to turn back time, Id take my new life in a new place. The people that Im usually with, they dont know when to stop playin'. They frequently test my limits and it aint fun. I tell them over and over again to stop but its like my voice doesnt reach them. I want to shout and scream but my voice... it just doesnt come out. They cant even see if im happy or not all they usually care about is haviing their own way of fun. And that definition, to my point of view is fucked. Like if they want to have fun, do something else instead of making someone elses life miserable. I think this knife thats in my heart is gradually getting bigger, to the point where I find it hard to breath. Im at the point where I can actually die. They really want me to cry dont they. Maybe if they knew what I fucking dealt with everyday then maybe they would try to understand. They probably dont even no the fact that they hurt me soo much. But they dont, they assume all these things which makes it even hard to open up. Im stressing my life soo much. Theres no one I trust since everyone is soo fuckiing two faced. The smile that I put up everyday is a show. I only pretend to be happy cause' I dont want any questions asked, and if they are asked I wouldnt even know how to answer them.They should begin to think more. They need to learn. I want to tell them but I cant find the coourage shit inside of me. On the inside of me right now is a fuckiin huge mess. I really need to go get examined.
I've got a peice of paper; But it's Empty
{/:'( --
Monday, December 8, 2008 ( 9:28 PM )
Wow. How come it hurts soo much. I hate being put down. Even though I cant express my feelings. Doesnt mean you keep hateiin' on me till I break apart. I realy dont like this. I want to move to some place far away. Some place no one knows me, I want to start over. I want a fresh life. I dont like the life that I am currently living in. You just keep hanging on and your not letting go. Its like you want to make sure I dont take a step further in my path. I want to determine my path but theres an obstacle that I cant get rid of. If I would be able to turn back time, Id take my new life in a new place. The people that Im usually with, they dont know when to stop playin'. They frequently test my limits and it aint fun. I tell them over and over again to stop but its like my voice doesnt reach them. I want to shout and scream but my voice... it just doesnt come out. They cant even see if im happy or not all they usually care about is haviing their own way of fun. And that definition, to my point of view is fucked. Like if they want to have fun, do something else instead of making someone elses life miserable. I think this knife thats in my heart is gradually getting bigger, to the point where I find it hard to breath. Im at the point where I can actually die. They really want me to cry dont they. Maybe if they knew what I fucking dealt with everyday then maybe they would try to understand. They probably dont even no the fact that they hurt me soo much. But they dont, they assume all these things which makes it even hard to open up. Im stressing my life soo much. Theres no one I trust since everyone is soo fuckiing two faced. The smile that I put up everyday is a show. I only pretend to be happy cause' I dont want any questions asked, and if they are asked I wouldnt even know how to answer them.They should begin to think more. They need to learn. I want to tell them but I cant find the coourage shit inside of me. On the inside of me right now is a fuckiin huge mess. I really need to go get examined.
The stronger the person on the outside the weaker and more fragile the person is on the inside.
If we; Should be getting under
These sheets; We could lie in this bed; But it's Empty
These sheets; We could lie in this bed; But it's Empty
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i think they call it freedom of speech
Maybe we're trying
Trying too hard; Maybe we're torn apart
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Maybe the timing
Is beating our hearts; We're Empty
or is that just me xD
empty, click five
Is beating our hearts; We're Empty
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or is that just me xD
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