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name:Jhoi Lerum
birth day:26th of may
age:nineteen
she can be aloof and very cold
patience was NEVER her virtue
skeptical and undecided
reckless and candid
dreamt of being a killer/assassin
a bum that loves sleep
keeps her friends close
and enemies unnoticed
explosive and violent
harsh and untammed

big fan of:
popsicle
strawberries & peaches
coffee is an addiction.
stars
Coelho's novels
Bruce Wayne/ Batman
Warhols' pop art
expressive photographs
Y E L L O W
Italian f o o d
Grey's Anatomy
ParaMORE
(ulk emo.)
Chuck Bass - i love
Steven Hyde - i adore
and and...
G O D - my all

she hates: arrogance.


L O V E me or H A T E me,
i S T I L L matter.

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Tuesday, October 28, 2008

exhausted. 10:27 AM


so let me do some math here...

15% of my happiness is you
85% of my happiness are my family, friends, and everything else

60% of my sorrow is you
40% of my sorrow are something else

so tell me, how will i balance something like that? i have never been in a relationship, or an invisible relationship where in i have to deal with so much pain and sadness. i might act tough as a response through the hardship that i am going through and as much as i wanted to hold on and bear up through the pain, i am afraid that some time soon my heart will be that hard and tough and that i might never let my Knight come in it.

you might think you know so much about taking care of a person... by how exactly? you have filled my heart with so much doubt and now i end up being distrustful. you have told me hurtful words and now i end up telling all of this, words that might wake you up from your insanity. you ignored me and so i treated you as if you are not existing. and now here you are ranting about how i never give an effort of taking care of you when you implanted too much pain on me, what do really expect in return? i don't do magic dear...

i have a lot of hurtful things to say but i do believe that if there is nothing good to be said about, it is better to shut it up... so now i have no more words to utter...

i might have said that i love you but i've never said that I WANT YOU.



[happy birthday Zienee! :)]

You are everything i wanted,
and more...