The final piece

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wittytwaddle — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 14:19:13 +0000

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On the count of three, we dive in.

wittytwaddle — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 03:27:48 +0000

Is it because we all view different values differently?

Because it’s like a communication breakdown.

We can’t communicate at all. Friends? No we don’t look like we are. Everyone is unhappy with one another. Or at least, certain people. Isn’t it quite…obvious? I think it is. We like to choose certain people. And (for this, I am speaking for myself) can’t even stand being in the same place with a person for more than 10 minutes, and that is wholly for without speaking.

Protected: I run in a circle.

wittytwaddle — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 13:47:35 +0000

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Protected: Look into the Mirror.

wittytwaddle — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 15:34:29 +0000

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It drips like blood.

wittytwaddle — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 14:00:55 +0000

I just want to start all over again, but that’s not part of the survival skills.

You know, a simple decision could be made complicated when you start weighing those things that are important to you. I have a feeling I’m going to be really out-of-place tomorrow so I am currenting leaning towards going out with 6E, though my attatchment honestly declined as time goes by. I’m feeling like a recluse now, gosh.

But I don’t get any more attatched to 2F either. My life is screwed, officially screwed. I hate my seating place, I really hate it. It brought me joy and laughter, loneliness and angst. Well, a love-hate relationship.

I’m going to study for EOY. I hope. Just get out of the class. Quite honestly, I don’t wanna be in same class as any people.

You’re insensitive, insulting and a million more negative words that I don’t know but just want to use to describe you. Do you know?

I’m sad I’m sad I’m bloody sad ): There’s no one to talk to, even if there is, something’s stopping me. Everytime I try to tell someone how I feel, I back out the last minute.

It feels like when you don’t trust anyone to not laugh at what you think, to not find ridiculous the stuff that has been troubling you. It is as if you know they’re going to burst into laughter, maybe in their hearts (which is a hundred times worse), and mock at your thinking, your way of life and lastly, just because you’re you.

Don’t let a word bind you to people you cannot accept, and people who can’t accept you. Don’t let one word destroy your last remaining bit of simplicity.

If you don’t want, then nothing can make you.

Movinggggggggggg.

wittytwaddle — Mon, 23 Feb 2009 10:22:24 +0000

I think I’m moving back to blogger even though I love wordpress :D I am going to come back someday. Bye blog, I love you.

http://www.c-ulmination.blogspot.com

Seeyou.

The darker side of life I see.

wittytwaddle — Sat, 21 Feb 2009 12:14:13 +0000

I was verrryy tired this morning and afternoon haha. Slept at 11plus last night but I am still tired -.- Whaateverrrr. I don’t think I want to scold vulgar anymore. I shall not do that. Maybe a few ‘damnit’s wouldn’t matter but nothing beyond that. *crosses fingers*

Who am I trying to kid? Ah well :( I’m tired. Tired. Byebye. Bye. Tired :( I DON’T MAKE SENSE.

I live in the light of darkness.

wittytwaddle — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 12:13:15 +0000

I wish I could see everything the way you do.

By the way Astrid, I’m sorry. If you don’t know what it is for then…save it for the next time.

Happy Guides Thinking Day! :) :)

Hahahahah k.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASTRID GOH MY TABLEMATE/BITCHMATE LOL.

Zooooooom past me it did.

wittytwaddle — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 11:32:25 +0000

Gaaah. Art today, but guess it’s pretty all right except wish I could like scream, “OH I SO WANT TO BE A SCIENCE MAJOR STUDENT EW WHO WANTS TO LEARN ART.” That comment has got nothing to do with the subject, but rather. Whatever. You know what I mean.

Gee I mean honestly, don’t try to kid me k. Feel like laughing when you were boasting HAHAHA. We all know it’s fabricated k we’re not three year olds.

Oh Shudan and I were acting like total bimbos today-.- well it was required. Like, you know, you know saying lots of stuff with like like. Ew damnit LOL.

“And y’know you was so, like, so uncool.”

Yuck. Hahaha the conversation Shichun eavesdropped on.

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wittytwaddle — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 13:00:25 +0000

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