Saturday, December 22, 2007 . 1:57 AM

.loves..loves..loves..loves..loves..loves..loves..loves.
Life is the bed of roses...not just the lovely scent, not just the lovely petals, remb the thorns that pricks...

yeah. i'm hurt inside.. unsure of whether it was real... Perhaps when i'm crying n crying, it'll stop and i forget the hurt for a while.. i know i will..

i get over fast..yeah...most of the time.. i'm glad i am so...
so on the outside, every single day i appear all fine..

of course there are days i'm glad, i'm happy, i'm contented, i'm elated, i'm upset, i'm angry, i'm scared, i'm so silly, i'm so contridicting, i'm so defeated, i'm... i'm all mix feelings but of all, i know i'm all that i am.
Not all pretentious, not all real at the same time.

it's terrible, now that i list about all that i know or think of myself at this time n state of mind.. This is me?