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[fiftytwo] sa rang hei and i love you

Ti Amo – Arron Yan

365 days.

And you’ve made me smile for every single day.
I love you deary.

Happy one year.

[sixtyone] no one’s here, no one’s here, no one here for you

wolftron – uglybird ♪

December 6, 2008

I’m holding on to yesterdays
 where troubles seemed so far away.
 Full of laughs and smiles,
 Everything seemed to be so right.

Everyday feels the same now
 Just getting past the days with fake smiles,
 Telling, Lying to myself.
 “I’m happy.”

But nothing has been going right these past few weeks.
 Nothing I’ve been doing has been right.
 And I’m sick of trying.
 Sick of trying to hold on to how things used to be
 of trying to change myself for others
 of being stepped on
 of letting go of things without a fight
 of trying to get people to see the things my way
 of being the person who cheers everyone up
 I’m just sick of pretending.
 Sick of lying to myself.

I’m not happy anymore.

I wish I could just be the Wendy Chan everyone thinks I am.
 The carefree, bubbly, happy Wendy Chan without a problem in the world.  The one who gives advice and is willing to listen to anything you need to say.  The girl who loves to bake and make people smile.

But I just can’t be that girl 24/7.

I’ve been holding things in ever since I could remember.
 I know it’s not healthy but that’s just how I am.
 I don’t tell unless you ask.
 “Don’t try to hide things from me Wendy,
 you know you can tell me anything. I’m here for you.”
 You’re wrong.  Because every time I talk to you,
 I’m trying to be there for you.

I just want to let it all out.
 Scream.

Everything’s just been building up.
 School, Grades, Projects, Mom,
 Family, Finals, SATs, Clubs, Sports
 Birthdays, Christmas, Winterball, Boys
 Late Nights, Work, Friends, Drama.
 Life.
 I don’t have a single moment to myself.
 A single moment to

Just.

Breathe.

December 6, 2009
Isn’t it funny that it’s happening again?

[sixty] this thing between my lungs is making me so tired

Barcelona – Stars ♪

Friday came and I feigned happy
I’m so lonely here
This thing between my lungs is making me so tired
It’s bleeding me

[fiftynine] i lied. <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

There’s knowledge on my tongue, in an ever-increasing dose,
Serenity in my lungs, and excitement up my nose.
I’d put poison in my veins, whilst truth trickled down my throat,
But no chemical, no pain, can stop this love from coming out.

I love you to the ninth power.

[fiftynine] i lied. <3×9

There’s knowledge on my tongue, in an ever-increasing dose,
Serenity in my lungs, and excitement up my nose.
I’d put poison in my veins, whilst truth trickled down my throat,
But no chemical, no pain, can stop this love from coming out.

I love you to the ninth power Mr Lequang.

[fiftyeight] blogging

i quit.

[fiftyseven]

you tell me to be more clingy, be jealous once in a while, be selfish.

look what happens now.

[fiftysix] but color makes her smile

Barcelona - Colors ♪

you make my heart scream c o l o r s.

you really do.

happy fifth. >3

[fiftyfive] where

where are you when i need you the most?