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Mon Cherie

mmm... the bar can only be set that high, and as a person i can reach only that high... if i falter or if i fake it it would not be true to either myself or my person... but at the end of the day i am Sabitha. A character in a book called life, and when the day comes when this book is all that i am a part of, a character who is toyed with by a non-existential author, a play and its director i knw then that i will be very very very pissed off.... =) (tried to sound smart but not today)

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It has come to my attention that i care entirely too much of what happens to you. When one day you fail, to be someone who amuses me so, makes me feel wretched, happy; makes me go through a rollercoaster of a ride everytime and everyday, I fear that i will die and live again. I do not use such words so often, but I fear any word I can use will not express, to the fullest, what you do to me. What you make me feel, the way you lift me and drown me, in your actions, in the way you say what you say, the way you can make me do things I didn't think i would do for anyone. This is fucking-amazing.

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Anonymous said…
Hi honey!! haha no actually u r soundin smart...little bit...i mean interestingly smart...and coming from a big big big brain like me thats a huuuuuge compliment! haha my friend martin or sum1 shud read this...they keep remindin me abt how """SMART""" i am! haha. ok anyway...ummm who was the second bit abt by the way?...the old one???? haha this is fun but i dunno how to do this blog thing. ok never mind...jus proving my smartness online! haha. ok bye! mwah!
Anonymous said…
Is this person the person i think he is? Haha that makes no sense.. I know the person u're talking about right? well i shud know..Ahh i've been gone to long..I'm sooo lost. ???

Who ever he is though... hes not worth all these crappy emotions u're going thru... being with him/ wanting to be with him. U may want him.. but u dont NEED him. (if what i'm saying here is complete irrelevant to wat YOU were saying..I'm sorry..and ignore all this. I'm so lost..haha)
Saro said…
sigh... well in either case it is someone that both of u knw... well, i mean on one hand it's all good and fun to go through life lacking the emotions that are meant to make u human bt at some level it is soooo fun to just have a taste of all of the emotions you're meant to feel, and when it comes from just one person, it's better, because anytime you don't want it you can pull out and say fuck off, ;)

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