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Sunday, February 24, 2008
i am not sentimental, not in that way. i try to disengage myself and to distance myself to keep it from hurting less. you say that makes me a coward running away from things, i will not bother trying to change your perspective. thinking of past flames.. only creates revulsion. that deep pit in your stomach slowly coming up to the gut of your throat. i am never sentimental in that way. you will never see regret of any chance.
♥ Blissed Lover ;
rachel anne arandilla
seventeen
ahh the beauty of holiday
and its ability to shrink your brain to
nothingness