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Wednesday, August 29, 2007
There, I'm a strong woman


I hate updating this stupid old junkie. Am just very sick of this blog, okay or maybe it's just me being my lazy ol self. Lots been getting to me lately, I can't seem to sort my emotions or feelings or whatever you call it, straight. There are things, I can't really comprehend and it just makes life that little difficult. Tonight's getting a little emo. It's 0245 and many people and things are running through my mind. I just finished reading her blog after what seemed like an eternity. Mixed emotions are really on the let loose, suddenly it was as though what I wanted wasn't there, at all. I can't get a grasp of anything, I'm letting my mind take full control. Tears keep falling like what not and I keep telling myself, holy cow Jieping what are you doing, but somehow the answers are far from what you would expect. Today those words they just slipped out of my mouth that way, I never did imagine it to happen. I was just never cautious enough.

Tonight I hang onto the pictures of you and her,
and I ask myself 'why does it concern you'.
You call her an ignorant child.
Those images keep flashing and please tell me they're not for real.
God, I don't know what's happening.

Don't let me pick up from where you left off.


♥