Sitting And Wondering If You Ever Know How Much Of You Is Part Of Me

i was scared. yes yes. scared i know. been feeling it since i don't know when. but i was feeling double of it the moment i step out of my house.

it was drizzling. i felt like i just ran a 2.4 km course when i was at blk 184 level 4.

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the moment i step out of the lift, and i realised that it was the 1st storey, i smiled. i did what i did. with no regrets. or whatsoever.

it feels like i made my first baby step to become me again.
and i tell you its a wonderful feeling.

in friendships, there's understanding. in love, there's sacrifice.

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but of course reality checks in. i was born with a tattoo-ed forehead saying "i'm an emo girl."

just a lil shout out to all the girls.
no matter how upset you are, no matter how drunk you are, no matter how life seems to be pushing you aside, no matter how heart breaking a heart break is, no matter how the world seems to be against you, no matter how you want to end everything... DON'T

i mean DON'T DON'T you dare fuck a guy.

cos *boom* you tested the kit twice, you got double the positive.

you went to triple check with the family doctor, and *boom* "you're positive"

things are not ARE NOT getting any better.

so a non stop jumping jack around, pineapples juices, chinese traditional med, malay traditional med.. what else?

oh ya,
dick sucks. they make your life a living hell. ok that's bias.
oh whatever.

anyone who is kind enough to help me out please?

ps- and i just realised jordin sparks - tattoo is so the song that is from you to me. wait, am i suppose to be glad? seriously, i have no idea how i should react.