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

Saturday, December 31, 2005

Put yourself in my shoes and feel what i feel.

Put yourself in my shoes and try to fathom what the hell is going on.

Put yourself in my shoes and be stuck nowhere in your heart.

Put yourself in my shoes and try to understand what it feels like being ignored.

Put yourself in my shoes and be the fucking idiot who loves someone who hurt you the most.

Put yourself in my shoes and dillusionise yourself that that someone is going to talk to you any minute now. You just have to wait a wee more. She's probably just busy.

Put yourself in my shoes and try wondering and thinking what that someone is doing. Enjoying herself with someone else or enjoying her day while you sit. at. home. crying. and. tearing. your. heart. out.

Put yourself in my shoes and ponder hard on what you may did wrong. Cos only something huge and sinful can lead to this.

Put yourself in my shoes and try to think of what to say and where to start to explain the hurt and sadness that you can only feel.

Put yourself in my shoes and try sleeping every night with cheeks wet and eyes red the next morning.

Put yourself in my shoes and be reminded every single moment you had in the past with your baby.

Put yourself in my shoes and dread when your bdae comes and you spend it without your baby.

Put yourself in my shoes and dread it more coz you were supposed to be having the most happiest moment of your entire life when your baby actually wanted to 'propose' to u.

Put yourself in my shoes and try holding back the tears when our song plays on the radio.

Put yourself in my shoes and decide if you ever want to be the one hurt, ignored and treated worse than a dog.

Right now, it seems being a bitch is far better than being who and where i am now.

A nobody in the middle of nowhere in that someone's heart.

Put yourself in my shoes and be that girl who wishes that everything was lyk before and for that someone to call and explain what's going on.

I just wanna say.

If you're reading this, please call me and set things straight.
It's been rough without you and i can't stand another day, having to assume something big and bad is gonna happen.

I noe a spilt is on its way but gimme a chance to noe and have my say.

You know what im gonna say next.

This is unfair. I thot in a relationship, there's a you and me. It seems now...there's a you and her.

Talk to me please.

Call me asap.

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