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Did wishing upon a falling star work anyway? I'll be brief I WANT MY HAPPY EVER AFTER Sometimes I wish I was a Twilight character Not that I like the book; at least I know I'll be assured of a perfect ending

Unless of course, I was James, Laurent, Victoria or any one of the baddies. In that case, I just want A happy ending



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    Wednesday, 3 October 2007



    I offer you my confession. May God have mercy on your soul.

    My soul is none of your concern.

    ~~~

    People always call me emo. Or angsty. I've been this way for some time now. But I've only realised how long.

    The other day, I was thinking how bloody spoilt my little brother was. Always screaming that he wasn't the one in the wrong, and stomping his feet, then running off, crying.

    Then I remembered the journal entries I wrote when I was his age. In P3, I already started ranting entry after entry about how much my life sucked. There were plenty of bouts of depression. Outwardly, I went on with my life. But inside... Well, I started taking out kitchen knives when I was 10. The knives never so much as scratched my skin. It got really annoying.
    But I realise now I've never really liked my life. That was precisely why I loved reading fantasy books so much. After reading a book or watching a movie or something, I would just pretend. Pretend that I was one of the characters, or create on of my own. Pretend that my life and reality was completely different.
    I started writing out fanfictions to make them more real. Raven, Eva, Akuru, Kurai... And all the countless others I played with. In my dreams, I was them. I could have been beautiful. Strong. Special.
    ...
    Okay, too much confessing here. Lets just... Leave it at this point, kay?

    Â -close your eyes ;