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"..a happily ever after below the waist."
ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.

“..I’m an addict for dramatics; I confuse the two for love.” –Taking Back Sunday

I'm Chelsea Beckett & Joseph Mark Trohman is my hero.
Cheers.

I’m every cliché but I simply do it best.




WHERE YOU WANT TO BE.

To the emergency exit door, no.


al/alister; the resident couch potato.
Anderson D./Andy
arvy.
audreyyyy.
bamba.
The BarBars.
bets/betina.
bianca.
brittany & casey.
cheenyka.
chi; simply indescribable.
christina marie.
dindin, dingdong.
disconinjas.
ells; the Fall Out Boy chic.
hannah c.
hudaaaaa.
ice.
ickbal.
iman.
izaq.
jammie.
jana.
jemuel.
joakk/joey/quack.
jolin.
joel
jovan.
justin.
kathrine.
katkat/kathrina.
kathleen.
kevin
kim.
kriztine abigail.
krizteena.
leiz; still the blabla.
manuel.
margaret.
maria natacia.
marlieeee/marla.
melanie a.
Mary Jayy/Mary Jane/Mary Joyce.
millah.
mizwarr.
monica/monix.
mumz.
mykaa.
nabs/bilay.
naqieyahh; pronounced na-KEE-yah.
Neesah aka Victoria.
Nicholle Zoe.
nikita.
nikki.
nina.
paths; the photographer.
pinkyy.
rcheller; the Manhattanite.
rhona.
ria.
relzz.
rielle/jan.
rosemary.
rubianca.
sarrrr.
seebs.
sim.
syiqah.
shanny!
steessh; the LOUD.
tashaa/nats; for cookies click here.
tiaraaa.
timmy.
umi; the taller one.
ummi syahirah.
wryck.
viel.
yerraaa.
yvonne&rora.
yzma/amelia/ismey
zim.
zim & friends.
zul.




ENCORE

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Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Zombie: I'm Not Angry. Just Disappointed. 10:40 PM


I would think of the million things I’ve done for you and I realize you never really were appreciative of anything I’ve ever done. Ever. There were no fireworks, show of applause or even a small shower of gratitude. Sometimes I even wonder how we ended up as friends. Scratch that, I was the only friggin’ ‘friend’. You were only there for the ride, for the show, not for the friendship. From my point of view anyway. Cause you know, bestfriends? They care about you, they support you, and they never let you down. Apparently, you failed all that.

Our whole friendship was like a game of tug-o’-war. Except I was the only one pulling to keep the game running, to keep the fun showing & the adrenaline pumped. It was just me; I never really saw that it was a one-sided affair. I always did my thing solo. Yeah. So where were you? Where were you?

I could go on forever. You never really showed your kind and caring support or whatever muck friends are supposed to show. I always made your day at least a little brighter right? You can’t say I‘ve never made you smile, ever. I’ve always tried to be awesome to you yet you’re just so full of dark cynicism. Isn’t there anything beyond that baggy eyed, constantly frowning exterior? Isn’t there?

I really thought I meant at least something to you. Even just a small bit, you know, like even after a while you’d miss me too as a friend. But you never did. I thought that I held at least some sort of value in your life, something you don’t want to lose. But all of a sudden I realize...I never actually did.
You know why? Because it was that easy of you to throw away our friendship. It meant something to me, you know, it did. But did it ever occur to you that it did?

I have every right to be angry at you for not giving me even a little of what I was deserving of. I really thought we’d be end great; however the curtains close as two strangers make their way to the exit, wary of glances. You tell me: Is this how things should end?
After all the good times, laughter shared & smiles made, this is how it ends? I just become another face you pass by the corridors? Another person seen across the hallways? What a waste.
I’d be happy to give you a second chance. I’ve come to realize it wasn’t me who needed another try, another go at the dodgy game of friendship. It wasn’t me. It was you.

So just think about it. Without me, would things still be the same? It doesn’t look that way to me. But then you know what they say, “Don’t judge quick”, so hey, maybe you are better off without me. If you choose to go down that road...then,

“All I need to know is that I’m something you’ll be missing.”
-You’re So Last Summer

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January 2008
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-I Don't Need Luck, I've Got My GOD.
-10 Days Less: A Presidential Note.
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