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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating

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Cheryl's blog here. Kind off talky with loads of words. Some make sense some don't. Like this blog, come back and read more, don't like, please don't spam my tag board. Just a school girl going through her school life. Nothing much nothing less. Likes to eat but kind of aware not to eat too much. Thats about it.

I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? (By the person who did this skin)
— Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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Monday, October 15, 2012
Clearing up.

Okay what am I supposed to do when someone forcefully starts to kiss me?
And that person say I promised him a kiss.
Given him one kiss not enough still want some more.
More and more until never satisfied.
Until go into something uncontrollable then what to do?
Don't think too far, it was a French kiss.
Even if it wasn't too far, problem is I don't like him.
Pass these days, the more he pester, the more he is persistent, the more I found it tiring to even reply.
My cousin told me to ignore him completely.
But I really couldn't bear to leave him that way.
Not because I like him to the extent of love.
But because the years I have known him.
Pass these days, the more he pester, the more it is detestable.
As much as I am single right now,
My heart already belong to someone else.
How the heck could I have done that?
I don't want things to get anymore messy.
This is not the kind of friendship thy he saw as.
I really hate this kind of friendship.
Reason because I feel like I am being used for your own pleasure.
I had that feeling once is already more than enough.
He keeps saying all these words now and I'm pretty sure he'll forget it very soon.
Using your "eventful past" to attract the girl doesn't get it really.
I just don't like him that fucking way.
And he was so uptight past those days!
It is tiring just seeing his name and text. Annoying detestable, irritating and so hard to choose the right words to reply!
Thank goodness the person who has my heart was talking to me the whole time.
Even though he knew nothing, but at the very least he knows not to annoy me.
The person that I like took not very long to know me and figure me out.
And is still slowly figuring me out.
My term of people whom I will fall for are those that put an effort to know me better. I am trying too.
Not just jump into every fucking conclusion. "I hate myself! I deserve sympathy! I should just fucking die!"
Irritating trying to make yourself look all pity.
He is completely not the guy that I would fucking go for uh.
I don't care about your fucking past.
I care about future and present. And character.
That is fucking all. I don't give a damn shit about anything else.
Anyways, he wouldn't see this either.
Your actions just made me see you as a weakling. Your persistence is commendable but when someone like me tell you to stop and just keep quiet, it means don't talk to me. Just don't. FUCKING DON'T!
Cause it fucking means it is getting on my nerves, not moving me but irritating! Annoyed! Kay enough...

Thursday, October 11, 2012
What Am I supposed to do?

Holy Molly I'm doomed.
I really really like my pet zombie...
And why the heck did I do that with him?
This feels awful.
I will not not not not not not not not not hang out with anymore guy friend that is interested in me anymore. I can't. Too risky. I want to be devoted to him only.
No one else.
Thank God we aren't in a relationship yet.
Please please self control Cheryl. Don't let your feeling get over yourself.
Nothing is right about it.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay