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Love Is All That I Need
I want someone to love me, for who i am.


Tuesday, February 23, 2010 ♥

Not in the mood to post... just gonna do a short one. SO MANY things have happened lately. I'm not supporting anyone. I love both of ya. Please, do understand. I can die, just by doing this. SERIOUSLY. That's mainly the reason why i don't have the mood to go to school just now and i was too tired. Pleasee, don't lose your trust in me. (if you are) I wish, i was never in this fucking school. Goshh. I can't take it anymore! I'm too fuckin' stressed. Don't treat me like dogs. (referring to the one in my class) & i ain't your fucking maid! Geddit? Haishh, i'm feeling hurt. Don't feel like going to school tomorrow. But my mum's gonna start to question me. Girl, i really ♥ you. Please talk to me. Don't be mad at me. Pleaseee, i'm begging you. (: Oooo, & i so need a fuckin' pierce, i tell ya!




Oooo, & karma is taking it's action. _I_
23rd February2010

♥baby you're all that I want
@ 3:08 AM

Name Syaheeda ♥
Location Singapore
Bio Hi everyone, pleasure to meet you. Hover over the "Love Is All That I Need" to navigate. To exit, click the X on the top-right corner of your screen. Yes, that one in red.
About me?

Well,
I'm Selfish,

Impatient and a little,

Insecure.

I make mistakes,

I am out of control,

And at times hard to handle,

But if you can't handle me,

At my worst,

Then you sure as hell,

Don't deserve me as my best.

☺Listen With Your Heart