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♥ brenda


Hello, my name is Brenda by birth. I really like dressin up. I love books and photography. I hate lizards, insects, things that slime or crawl.Neither do i like gore or violent films.

AM WATCHING MY LIFE FROM FIFTY FEET.

And nope, im not delusional.
not yet

screams



Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Hey, it's 5 in the morning. I don't wake up this early. This might seem to be a surprise to receive a call from you at 5 am. Yea, right after a very bad night.

I know we haven't had anything concrete. That doesn't mean I'll hurt you. I know you are hurt, I'm not rushing you into anything. You keep saying that you ain't the one for me, and that we are not going to be together. Why? Does it really bother you so much? Can't everything be simpler, taking it as it comes. Taking on one problem at a time.

I don't know what to do with you. Too deep to walk away. Too lost to carry on. Just like you, I'm afraid. But I just thought you are worth the risk. I don't know where do we go from here, but I'll just take it as it comes.


And to end this off, I love you.






Hey you
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

the hardest thing I ever have to do, is to pretend that I don't love you. I wish you know



Thursday, October 06, 2011

Is this really it?

The whole cycle.
Vicious? Not really.

Then again, when you build walls over a long period of time, you'll lose lots of things.
I've become detached. Detached and devoid, as some may see me as.
But i am only protecting myself, every-time i give my heart away, i feel like i am handling a glass with someone holding on to a hammer.

Even by the looks of it, it scares me.

***
I'm scared to death but i want it.
Yes, you are not reading it wrong, i want it.

In fact, BADLY.

You have made me feel so comfortable with you that i cannot explain why, i admit you do drive me up the wall sometimes because of all the insecurities that you are going through and the ambiguous status of our relationship.
I want to believe that all these will pass.
For better or for worst,i don't really care.

i enjoy the present.

Thank you.
<3