Maya
Fortified with the gift of gibber, eats anything apart from liver. lives with 2 dogs and a stinky brother and a dad and a mother. and a cracked polystyrene man who just crumbles, yeah crumbles and burns. and she likes radiohead, a lot of metal, jazz, celtic music, a lot of people, 'Johnny The Homicidal Maniac' & 'Bear' & 'Skeleton Key' comics and her two shih tzus - Abby (Abigail) and Kusho. I WANT: Nothing

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Tuesday, 12 May 2009

Single and not ready to mingle

(this was a post I meant to post in the afternoon but it got saved to my drafts instead. It was originally posted at 6pm)

So it turns out trying to study has been harder for me than it looked. I have literally ONE week left till my finals and I am fucking around.

I wanna hold you so tight.

I need to study chemistry because I am failing that otherwise. Tomorrow is the last day I am going to school till next wed, which is my first paper - history. Glah. I need to burn my laptop it is the mother of all distractions. (What I am doing right now is the result of a distraction resulting from using aforementioned laptop). I also need to stop resting it on my knee because it is rather warm and my knee gets this nasty red patch after I leave it on for some time.
I need to go finish off this chapter and tuck myself in and think things over.

I want you to always love me.

I need to get over stuff. I need to get over him. I will but it's just that I need time. And I need to stop being such a weakling. It's you who's been strong throughout this entire relationship. And even if it's over/not over/is gonna restart some day, I'll always admire the person you are and you'll always be my hero. (And I know you don't/won't read my blog but it's the only way I can imagine I am still in contact with you) I'm glad it was on good terms but I can't stand missing you so effing much.

I'll get over it. I'll get over everything. Eventually.

And the funniest part is, I still want you all to myself.

because oxygen is a drug
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