//i'm just a crosshair. i'm just a shot away from you.//


i feel like i'm losing all the touch. of having everything under control or simply being on right tracks all the time. who does right tracks nowadays..doing it bad just seem to satisfy you eventho it'll leave a sudden 'ohh shitttt' after that. i swear i do not plan to blog tonight (0530hrs) but let's start wearing these cute, abnormal, smaller-than-average fingers to the keyboard. but it's these fingers, that will not stop twirling every strand of hair i have, at any given opportunity ie; watching tv/solving a difficult question/dreaming/on the phone/pretending to listen to someone. old habits die hard. this blog needs to be revamped. no matter how short it's existence. i already had an idea in mind. a silhouette of our heads kissing. hold your puke, it's planned to look vague altogether. however, i do not want to be the girl who brings the stains and marks of her boyfriend everywhere she goes. well, atleast not even on her blog layout. i wouldnt want to blog about the boy in one of our many bad, catfight moments, feeling angrier at myself for letting his picture stare back at me. that's one thing i love about all our fights. they're mere petty issues that can be solved by a yes or no. but we just choose to lengthen it abit, add some sugar and spice and make it seem like a really heated argument worth a separation. sometimes i just wish something major would crop up and ravage the both of us with a bulldozer. but then again, i've said this before, no matter how much i fall and stumble and wobble myself down in his love, he's still my bestfriend. someone i can be so comfy around, just like getting naked with a girlfriend. so, i shall see it all from a girlfriend's point of view. girlfriends don't get jealous over one another about cheesy stuffs. they just gasp in awe and giggle about it together, right? my boyfriend, my girlfriend..heck, it's just the same. ALL THE SAME.




( i do not have pimples, those are whiteheads, you fuckin f___ . )



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