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

Monday, January 23, 2006

I said some harsh words to you.

I thought you needed to know what you were doing to me.

Treating me as though like an object without emotions.

I'm surprised at what i said.

If you were offended by it, please forgive me.

True.

People have different philosphies to approach life and love.

I'm not even sure why i'm adopting this particular one.

Perhaps it's vengeance or it could just be plain sturbborness.

Either way, no matter how upset i was, you shouldn't be replied that way.

I'm sorry.

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