i wrote this down for you

She desperately longed for affection and caring words and gestures. She was—more than ever— a fiend for what seemed so easily granted in the beginning of the relationship, but now seeemed to be the hardest thing to give.

Her heart's old wounds and stitches opened once more as the loss of something great again reminded her of how she was really living.

Fairy tales do not exist in real life.
Life takes it's own course.
It does not yield for age differences and it has no compassion for love.
It tears people apart with no more than a few apologies and a million unanswered questions.

What used to be a warm, safe place where her love could thrive,
had now become a bruised, stitched, pathetic excuse for a heart that could no longer feel what used to keep it alive.


this was something i wrote a while back.
i have no idea when i wrote it
but i found it today while cleaning my room.

the reason i'm cleaning is because in the past 3 days,
i have found 4 cockroaches chilling in my room.
disgusting.
i hate them.
so i need to do a thorough clean today
and then go to Margarita Jones later!!
WOOO!
haha i guess it should be fun
i've never been there but it's like a restaurant/nightclub.
yay :)



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