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Emy Shamimi♥


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I long for endless happiness,
with no regrets and misconceptions.
I desire peace and love. ♥
Something i am capable of, aren't these.

Being single is sexier than your girlfriend, in lingerie.♥


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Monday, August 20, 2007

Ok, reality and secrets kill me.


Oh fuck, i feel very pissed today. Plus, i don't think i can make it next year into the same class. I really feel like dropping out of school. It's a real bitch, really. I can't stand teacher's always finding fault in me, then just subjects itself gets my mind so worked up. I mean, i feel stressed la.

Secrets are being revealed to me without the people telling me. I am human - i do feel hurt at times but it's just that i don't show it. Don't you guys ever think that I'd go easy if you leave me like that not knowing. I will, somehow, in a way or two. Oh god, help me go through life simply, i just can't take it no more.

Happiness can come in a jiffy, but after the same day, sorrows come in a pile, much more than you'd ever guess. Oh really, i feel like giving up on every hope i had before. It can never happen again.


Hopes were high, and now, it just stops right here. It cannot be continued.



& yeah, i give up.


Written with love; 9:28 pm