listening to Beyonce's If I Were A Boy
i wanna exchange roles with you for at least a day, so i would know how it feels like every time i act willful and you get pissed and yet you tolerated and give in to me in the end.
i am not testing your tolerance limit.
and in fact i'm afraid to reach it.
i'm sorry that sometimes i am so conceited that i forget that you feel exactly the same as me, or even worse.
and instead i would always think that i am alone in this.
i miss you and your retardedness.... which you would only show to me... :')
thank you. <3
sometimes i feel like this blog is so damn personal that it shouldnt be an online diary but a private handwritten one but yet it transmits messages that i could never do it in person to the people i wanna say to.
i'm sorry that this is the only place where i can truly unleash the vulnerable and weak side of me.
this sucks.
but i am glad that i have this outlet.
this little white box where i can act like whatever i'm typing is to me and myself only HOHOHO.
my blog will forever be my favourite website kekekekekeke.
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