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Friday, March 14, 2008

tattooed
made to last
permanent
forever
everlast

to two-time does not literally mean having two lovers. you can have one physically and carry the other on your mind. that is still two-timing. i think most people two-time. three-time? four-time? many many times...

cheer up you =D your smile lightens the weight hanging down from my heart, you know?

it is hard trying to keep up. i'm used to people keeping up with me. i can't keep up. i think i'm threading on thin ice and i think i can fall anytime. feeling sucks. need encouragement. need to believe. need people to trust. need people's confidence to rub off my own. but people are most concerned with themselves. who am i? why should they care? yeah...why should they?

i've been sitting on the edge of my seat for a long time. wondering about university. what if i can't get in. =( that sucks. what am i gonna do. where should i work. those dusty dreams seem further and further away. like they've faded into nothingness. like i don't even remember having them.

i guess being 21 is tough.

tougher than i thought it'd be.

tattoo-ed for life
-cheryl
12:48 AM





Cheryl

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