- Geraldine is my name. Pink is my colour and white comes along. I love cupcakes. I might be childish in actions but I think like an adult when there's a need to, I can be very ridiculous, stubborn and unreasonable at times. I tend to get impatient then I try to explain things. I love Lil wayne and Jay-Z but Weezy more. I am not weak but I cry, very easily. It's stupid to hate someone pretty. Chances to me are unlimited on the one who deserves it. I can't express myself well verbally, and I can express myself better through words. You don't have to understand anything here because it's my thoughts and feelings. But welcome, if we're on the same boat :)
Sep 20, 2010,8:25 PM
|| INEVITABLE.
I've been too nice to everyone and being take advantage of. I used to be very bad tampered, rude, everything. I thought that people would appreciate me more if I change my attitude (someone told me). But it seems like Im wrong, very wrong, just foolish. I lost my respect from many, people are just stepping above me just because I keep myself shut all the time. Its just useless I mean. Why don't I remain as the straightforward and happy Geraldine instead of the quiet and useless girl? Im just not me any longer. I've lost myself and its a torture.
I'll be unattainable.
I have had my runs with the boys. The hugs, kisses, pain were similar but with different people. But the way he holds me could break me up just so easily. How can I be so selfish to shut this boy off and kept a distance whenever he... But he'd always come back to me, telling me how much he needed me.. Telling me how much he misses me to get me back when its not his fault. And me, with my attitude, chose to threaten him with breaking up. Making someone begging you might seem to be exciting but I'm not quite stoked, always too much and terribly unreasonable. How can I not know that he were the one that I needed the most till I've lost him? I'm sorry to bring this up again since we both chose to let go. I'm fine, really. But memories will always be memories. None of the guys after you could be compared to him except J. He didn't mind to be a substitute for an exchange of me forgetting about him even though he knows that he wouldn't get any love back. So what kind of a dirty, crude girl am I? Do I even deserve any happiness? Exactly, I don't. And that is my fear.
9 more days. Buenos días :)
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