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Monday, February 22, 2010
The many many times. @ 8:41 PM

I am envious.
Zealous and jealous in fact.

I love my skin, the color too. :)
The tan. The texture. The stretch and tension.
I love how the way my hair goes.
I love my fingers, i love how they bend instead of being totally straight. :)

But, in this world you have to be more than that isn't it? the stereotyped beauty, the other beauties you see in your eyes and you wonder why don't you have it ?

The kind of unattained beauty. I am really missing the times, i lost all my pictures. I hope my drive's is good enough for the technicians to get my pictures out. :(

Ima good and sad kid.
I am trying hard to be good. People give me a hand and make it easy for me. :x

Vegan.Vegan.Vegan. Pray.Pray.Pray. GoodCause.GoodCause.GoodCause.

Loves suie;

I want to fly away.

When whispers no longer survive;

Because there's you and me.