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

Thursday, December 29, 2005

There was a time when night was my best friend
That's when ringing up bills was our past time
Events of the day were exchanged
So were the words i longed to hear now from you

'I love you'

How the tides have changed
Gone are the calls and messages
Gone are the 'i love you' and 'i miss you'
Gone are the pair, you and me.

My relationship with these nights ended 2 weeks ago.

How slow and painful can life get.

'It's like dying a slow and painful death'- Faiz

How true.

-----------------------------------------------------------
<~ perfected ~>
@ |2:59 AM|

Comments: Post a Comment