i am numbing myself to the pain.i am so much immune to it that i believe it does not matter anymore. thank you for uplifting me to believing that sometimes, you just have to bottle up your feelings and not make it known. Into believing that actually no one, no one is a good listener ever. even friends come and they leave. What more lovers. they change from time to time, because people seek perfectionism that they most truly cannot attain. How they perceive "perfectionism" may vary to how others may. i believe everything happens for a reason, and i choose to believe that God is trying to exhibit his might, that no two persons are the same. if you fall time and time again, it does not mean you'll stumble forever. That sometimes, just sometimes you cannot attain what you truly desire. Because most things are not for your keep. I am glad that our paths crossed and that you have reduced me to become a woman of less ego, sensitive to others, to banter even if it displeases you. Being loud does not mean being stronger. Sometimes things are better left unsaid. Sometimes, having too much of a confidence will cause flurry.Sometimes making a move may not be a right option. And most times, being diplomatic helps. To those who have known me will read me as being now-reserve. Your palsy-walsies do not have to know your secrets. Because they are just there for company. At least for me. You'll never know or figure when they will turn their backs on you. It is probably my trust issue talking here.but its for safe. For all that i have said here, i am glad to have found myself because all these while i have been hypocritical of who i am. Being loud and judgmental does not mean you will get your point across. So now, when i don't feel like going vocal, don't push me. You'll adapt to this soon enough i'm sure. Now, i know i just have to smile more because it's a walking-object-of-art, for the benefits of all mankind. This is not just a note-to-self-post or retrospect for myself.

i am pleased to how much i have grown. no more hanky panky baby.

thick mascara.very the twiggy. I want to learn how to sing.

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