morosed. fretting on my results. oblivious of whats gonna happen next. i need to ventilate my lungs. to twitch the millions of feelings that is clinging in my head. i dissipate when it comes to absorbing new stuffs. but why? everything seems to be vague. i am behaving eccentrically. people dont seem to comprehend my facial expression.
bahh. shoot me dead.
love, yanney.
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yanney ;DD yanney-yanney bo-ba-ney banana fina fo-fa-ney, mee mai mo-ma-nee.
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melodramatic. you might have difficulty understanding me. im not what you think i am. please be aware that you might find some of my post a little bit offensive but hey! you choose to read this. i did not invite you in. so shut your mouth and stop being sucha baby. i say whatever i wish, whatever i like. im honest, and if you dont like the way i am, please jump off the cliff. i dont need your presence. dont assume im arrogant or whatsoever you call it bcus you have no idea who i am.
pardon my french huns!
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