Saturday, August 16, 2008
the most unlikely of proses
i doubt he finds for me. it's not the very first time that he has left me to wonder the grounds of the night alone. i seek no comfort in the darkest of night , or even in the occasional jeer of couples who look deep into each other's eyes, full of lovesick passion. do they not know that it will not last? like the beauty of the world, love for one, does not last. silently i cried into the night, and there he was, the most unlikely of man, nothing of comfort he brings, and drunk into the night he may seem. and yet, he said to me in the most unsual manner yet. as i tread lightly, trying to block out the sounds of my footsteps, of the very beating of my heart, of the thoughts that says the very things i dread. how can i expect him to seek for me and to console when i do not know where i am myself.
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for all your viewing pleasure
as a few of you might know that i recently have gotten a swollen eye, which is also known as a stye which grew on the inside of my eyelid and got forced to mount alvernia hospital ( the very hospital which i was born in). got stabbed in the eye by the doctor which hurt like hell! 100 times more painful than stitches anytime.
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i miss her like mad.
love ,
chanel
♥ the last words are written at 12:37 AM
Thursday, August 07, 2008
the blackness in me
i guess i've figured out just why do people like to walk in the rain when they're down and out. not because that the weather suits them, or that the heavens are crying for them. but because the coldness of each drop numbs an aching heart and that one can cry to their heart's content and not be judged be the public's eyethe devil in me has started to call forth. its urging me to do just the things that i have vowed never to do again. foolish, yes, but it comes with great satisfaction, and yet hurt the very being it dwells within.
♥ the last words are written at 5:13 PM
Sunday, August 03, 2008
screwed
MY LIFE IS TOTALLY SCREWED!yes, and i only have mr horny to blame. now that my face is scarred, he will of course have to take on full responsibilty, that is, if nobody else in the world wants me, he is obligated to.
suffering from full blown PMS, and yes, I WILL GET VERY ANGRY IF YOU STEAL MY DINNER OR PUT TOO MUCH PARMESAN CHEESE IN MY PASTA. i am certifiablly crazy when i'm having PMS( pre-present-post) thank you very much.
i'm sorry if i blew my top at you just because you did the above mentioned, but i thought you always did you homework in counting down the days?
why i do not want to spend your money on food whatsoever? firstly, its your hard earned money. secondly, it might be your parent's money and they are no obligated to make sure i'm stuffed. thirdly, i do not want to be seen as some gold digger which i already am by some bitches in school.
baby( refering to mr horny), hope you understand and learn to recognise the all so familiar signs of PMS.
i have a hundred and one ramblings that i can go on forever, but i shall stop.
signing out
love
chanel
