the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Want to laugh to disguise the tears that's flowing.
Nod my head to admit that im afraid of the dark.
I only wish that you can spare me some time.
But you dun show me the slightest sympathy.

Want to cry to see if i'm dead without emotions yet.
It's lyk in the whole world, im the only one exhausted.
Doesn't matter, because even if im down,
You wont be there to hold me up.

Just wish that desperation will go away

The sky is gray.

Will it make me forget who you are?
The darker the night, the more misbehaving my dreams,
hard to remember and ponder about them.
My world is just about to be destroyed,maybe fate is against will.

Tired or not...want to sleep?
Alone and nobody to pair up and snuggle with.
The darker the night, the more misbehaving my dreams,
who is there to comfort me?

My world is about to be destroyed.
Maybe being blue is...

Maybe being blue is another sort of beauty.

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<~ perfected ~>
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