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Sunday, June 21, 2009 { 12:45 am }

"Watch you smile while you are sleeping,
Far away and dreaming..."
- I Dont Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith.


Sorry no pics. Just mood-less...
Been thinking for days... About a particular thing, that has been bugging me... I had a chat with MilahBaby... Idk what's my conclusion.
Maybe I'm just afraid. Not afraid to commit, but afraid to love. Afraid that my love will be taken for granted. Afraid that I'm just wasting time.
After what had happened, am afraid to love and trust guys...
Its like they're not worth loving and trusting. Coz they'll just play your heart. Coz they'll think with their dicks instead of their brain. Coz they'll change girls like they change shirts. Coz they'll just hurt you. Coz they'll just dump you when they have enough fun. Coz.....
There are a million and one reasons. Utterly ridiculous reasons... Maybe that's why I am so afraid? Beneath my tough exterior, there is bound to be cerain stuff that just drags me down to the core. I'm laughing outside, but deep inside, I'm just crumbling down.
As I slowly crumble inside, I might just be a husk of my former self.