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☮Tuesday, December 15


2:42 AM
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone
☮Saturday, December 12

stupid bastard

12:33 AM
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone
☮Friday, December 11

i'll gain weight for eating roti prata at this unearthly hour, yumyum

anyway...
i just realise that i saw super kawaii mama that time when i went haji lane.
i thought she was just some weird angmo, :/   but, no!
she's a famous aussie blogger, who blogs about fashion. okay, those vintage stuff.
and she's prettier in person, and she uses so much hairspray that it looks like she need hours to wash them away, and the makeup is like 5-inches thick.
i exaggerate too much.. :/
&& she's a mummy of two and i thought that she's only in her twenties. gosh, she look so young.

1:56 AM
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone
☮Thursday, December 10

i'm going to learn french. uh..most likely to.
i really want to learn, like i REALLY do.
j'obtiens ce que je veux. bien..la plupart du temps.

12:41 AM
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone
☮Wednesday, December 9

i want a pet rock and name it Peeve.
i want to learn french.
i want to be a nerd. :/
i like how i do my hair.
i think i'm not gonna post here as often.
i got a new livejournal.
and you're like romeo ( this ain't a compliment )

3:30 AM
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone


judge Me.
fuck you.
you aren't supposed to relate to or understand anything that's written here.

dairy of a cutter
I try not to do it,
to continue this curse.
I try and try,
but the pain only gets worse.
The sting of the blade,
the rush of sweet blood.
They both help me through,
they are things that I love.
People tell me to stop,
while there's still time.
As if finding sweet release,
is some kind of crime.
What if I dont stop,
but let the blood flow?
Let the cuts continue,
in small little rows.
If I dont stop,
maybe then I'll find peace.
I'll let the blood flow in one final release.
So I'll take the crude blade,
and hold onto the knife.
And with one quick long gash,
i'll end my short life.


October 2009
November 2009
December 2009


lynette.
xoxo