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Sunday, October 17, 2010 1:32 AM

i really wonder why people suddenly change after they get what they wanted. one day they are sweet, the next day, they are not . one day they are here, the next day they are not . one day you are impt them , the next day u are wothless . one day they say they love you, the next day they don't care about you .

that's how ironic things and people can be . pretty shits, pretty lies, pretty fucked up . bt it's still ur choice . cause u choose to get HURT, when u choose to be in love .


I’m the girl who prefers one rose instead of a dozen. I’m the girl who would rather stay in on a Friday night than go to a wild party with random strangers. I’m the girl who wouldn’t make you wait on her hand and foot, but would do anything to make you happy. I’m the girl who would enjoy having a movie night rather than going to some fancy restaurant. I’m the girl who would rather stay up all night sharing secrets than going out and getting drunk. I’m the girl who won’t make you hold her bags, but would rather hold your hand instead. I’m the girl who will love you more than anyone could possibly dream of. I’m the girl who would give the world to see you smile. I’m the girl who cries herself to sleep at night thinking of you, when I know I’m the last thing on your mind. I’m the girl who feels alone, even in a crowded room. Yeah, I’m that girl .

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