SAMANTHA FOO.
SMURFIE
1T10'06 2T10'07
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Sunday, May 07, 2006
We were 2 inches past heaven
before we slid backwards
This lady, SAMMY
She rocks your PANTY
Cos she's so SEXY
She makes you HIGH!
Finally, I'm sick. Are you happy now? This is all because of you! You brought this upon me. On the outside it may seem like a slight flu, a common cold, a negligible headache. But they all lump together to form the most lethal illness- lovesickness. And it's all because of YOU, You & you. So be happy while you still can because when I get well, I'll be haunting every one of your dreams. You most certainly can mark my words on that.
Do you know what you make me feel? Let me tell you.
You make me hate myself. You make me detest my life. You make my insecurity flourish. You make my anguish explicit. You make my heart mourn. You make my eyes swell. You make me want to stab myself. You make me question my faith. You make me annoyed with your response. You make a decrescendo in my trust for you. You make my head spin like shit. You make me scream my lungs out. You make me lose my love for you. You're making me hate you.
Do you know why I'm a stupid girl? Let me tell you.
I'm letting myself trapped in this cruel game of love. I'm clinging onto the hope that we still can be together, but we cant. I'm assuming you still like me because you said so. I'm letting myself belief that the special feeling is still there. I'm allowing myself to be affected by you. I'm always letting you give me shit. I'm pretending that everything is alright. I'm convincing myself that there are no faults. I'm liking you.
And this is the cure to my illness right now-
Sleep, rest & with none of you in my mind.
OR,
Sleep, rest & with all of you by my side.
Obviously I've got to detox you out of my mind now, or I'll never get better.
Just shoot me, I'm a goon for liking you.
& I'm lovin' it
18:06
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