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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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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

“Do we live to exist or do we exist to live?” I think i’ve heard it somewhere but i can’t recall.

Things have been rather rough lately and i think this small matter has finally brought me to my senses. I can’t bottle up everything for too long. I kinda blew up just now. Then again, i haven’t been talking much - that doesnt help either. What hurts the most was when i realised that no social networking meant no social life. Pathetic ain’t it? I don’t have actual friends i could talk to as often anymore.

But hey, gotta start my life all over again. Tough but never impossible.



Written with love; 9:00 pm