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

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Fuck this.

I thought you love me.

You had me fooled.

I guessed I rang the wrong number this morning.

You think i'd be that stupid to fall for that?

Come off it

There are other ways to tell me to fuck off.

Telling your brother to say that i got the wrong number was not one of them

Not when i already memorise your contacts.

Fuck me

I was fooled.

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<~ perfected ~>
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