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THE LADY
yunshan*//
complain, complain, complain. now who wants to listen?

I NEVER WANNA GROW UP
i never wanna grow up
where the innocence is lost; where troubles complicate by tenfolds

I wish i was a little kid again. I want someone to take care of me. I want someone to clean up my messes and remind me what’s right from wrong. I want to be awed at, even if what I’m doing isn’t that cute. I want to be yelled at before i make the same mistakes again and I want to be held in someone else’s arms while I cry my heart out. I REALLY DO, NEVER WANNA GROW UP.


CREDITS

ME. kynzgerl
CODES. manikka
BRUSHES. 1 2
IMAGES. 1 2
The 2 paper heart: moargh.de
SOURCE. BLOGGER BLOGSKINS IMAGESHACK
Thursday, 24 March, 2011

hello

damn wheres my auto colour change when i put words in italics? there used to be. ): in blue. grr. and i just realised that my other blog has that though. hees.

Before you, I was never so emotional. No one could make me cry, and no one made me think so hard. But now the tears flow like rain from the saddest sky there is, and my frantic thoughts are tearing me apart. I’m not going to let it end this way. I’m done feeling sorry for myself, and I’m done being broken, and I’m done letting you make me feel like that at all. I’m going to make myself stronger, no matter how I have to do it. Because these thoughts are enough to drive someone insane, and I’m not going to let that be me anymore. I’m taking a stand.

YAY! im not alone. i like. (:


It has taken me a while, but I’m learning that letting go of the past is a good thing. It doesn’t mean forgetting, it just means moving on. Because the fact is, we can’t enjoy the present, and embrace the future when we’re still stuck in the past.
):

I have the tendency to do that; to blow things up to be bigger than they are. I look at the negatives, instead of the positives. And, I certainly don’t think anything through with logic. But, somehow you put up with that, and that amazes me on a daily basis. That even though I’m a nervous wreck half the time, you’re still here.
this was the reason why i held on for so long. note the past tenses.

Letting go isn’t a one time thing, its something you do everyday, over and over again.

— Dawson’s Creek