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Wednesday, February 18, 2009'♥

implicity,our relationship is quite morbid.

sharing a common interests to gun down zombies aside, he's always victimising himself and telling on me to my parents , which often renders me the irresponsible gf/daughter deserving of a verbal spanking. that said,I will also make that a mental note to accidentally step on him when he's sleeping or elbow his face in my sleep.

he unleashes his wrath with degenerative words like 'stupid' and 'big mouth', i will make sure i curse him with enough fucks on decibels his ears will go deaf.

when i refuse to acknowledge his presence and clearly see him next to nothingness, he takes on the car with a wreckless steering wheel.

it's clear we both have anger management issues but the thing is,on (somewhat)better days,knowing how anal i feel when alfie is infected with malware, he will fix it at the expense of a test the next day. despite me insisting that my pencil box was stolen when i actually misplaced it,he wanted to sponsor my new stationary supplies.

but what i realise most, is when he says nothing matters more to him but me and he has never complained doing anything and everything for me, it's really quite more than a love-hate relationship - he drives me so insanely and morbidly mad that i will laugh.

i love this man.

1:45 AM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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