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RE: | Sunday, September 07, 2008| 11:36 AM | jon

becoming who you are and what you want to be; not what the world want you to be and who you are supposed to be.

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cotton candies | Monday, September 01, 2008| 5:21 AM | jon

sweet. i love it when she's sweet, when she gives her thanks, when she hugs/ kisses me and said that she just felt like it when i ask why. i love it when she asks me to hug her and not let go, i also love it when she tells me that she doesn't want me to go. i love it when she says that im the best. i love it when she gives thanks to the things i've done for her. im insecure, and i need to know that she is appreciating everything that i do for her.

but sometimes, i feel incorrigibly upset when she just say things like oh, i wanna find other guys, you're so boring, i wanna date other guys, i'm not gonna meet/talk to this guy, the next thing the guy asks her to meet when i'm not free to meet her, she meets him. or other times like, oh my friend asks me to go clubbing, and i'm gonna go to find other guys, yay. even though she doesn't mean it, i'm still really affected by it.



i, in, ins, inse, insec, insecu, insecur, insecure. insecuri, insecurit, insecurity.




damn, i just whined like a bitch, didn't i?

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