February 2012
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Had a dream that I was smoking a cigarette, and it was horrid. My throat and lungs felt so foul, and dry. But I kept inhaling and exhaling another drag, as awful as it was, it had a taste of addiction. Felt so real, so real that I was questioning if it was real or not after I woke up.
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Am I color blind..because last time I checked my hair was black. Now it’s brown, and people are complimenting on the “dye” uh..
the sun is a great hair dye..
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You’ll never know how much it hurts,
Why do you always pull out the “quit dance” card out whenever I do something wrong? To make me feel worse than I already do? God, you will never know how much that hurts me. That instantly makes me go to my room and just cry, because it’s the only thing that makes me, me. I will never quit dance, get that through your head. No matter...
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No one knows how much I can’t wait to live alone, to take the bus alone, to walk through a campus alone, to eat alone, to have coffee alone, to take a walk alone, to sit on my couch alone, to go through airports alone, to have dinner alone, just up until an acquaintance comes along.
Everyone goes through everything. So it’s not uncommon to hear stories with similar feelings and actions. But when it comes to someone close to you, it becomes so much more real. The emotions becomes more real, and it hits you.. Even if you went through it too, it just doesn’t compare to hearing it from a person you thought was doing fine. God, it hurts me so much, it’s one thing...
Me? Practical? Oh no no, you obviously don’t see behind my facade or no more further than what’s on formal paper. I am no where near being practical in life, I have dreams. Dreams, that is a long shot from where I’m standing, but knowing I will get there. What I want to do further on in my years, is far from what the norm or society would think I am bound to do. No one knows how...
Seeing someone hurt, no matter how often you talk to them, or how often you see them, it still effects me.
No one really understands, ha..
The feeling I get when I see a new photo of them. The feeling of knowing they love me to, because I am a loyal fan. Their tweets about us. Their tweets about random stuff even gets to me. Their personalities as individuals, it’s incredible really. I never want them to change. Devouring hours in time just to know even more about them. Of course,...
With anything I read or watch, it’s always better to have a tragic ending. Happy endings suck,
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Recap:
10 am wake up call.
Headed to San Jose with extended family, to see my cousin that just came to the US.
Ended up just eating Dim-sum there, then randomly popped the question to go to Pier 39.
Haven’t been there in ages! Literally. I really love the feeling there, and the vibe I get. It was really crowded! Oddly enough.
Having the climate change from SJ to SF out of no where...
