the new low
June 9, 2008 by liyanamadihah
i want a black cat so i can talk to him and let him coax me by purring all the way. i want to sleep with him and hug him and run my hands through his furry and beautiful fur. i want to sleep forever and waking up in lala-land where candies, cameras and good music grow from the ground. i want to drink coffee bean’s sunrise ice-blended. it’s so milky. i fell in love with it every single sip i took. i want to bathe and run and smile in the heavy downpour so badly.
i want my hands to never stop sketching/drawing but somehow somewhere half-way i’ll stop. but i am positive that my hands will never stop writing. i love to write. anything. wandering thoughts, poems, stories. i only wrote stories during school. and i loved that moment for i get to be imaginative. my hands could never stop. i love you too my dear pencil.
i need pencil and paper 24/7. my thoughts are always wandering with words i just need to spill them out somewhere. i want my best friends to be around me. i don’t want to cry every single day anymore. i want to wear clothes i rarely wear on normal days despite what people say and how they stare at me. i want a new pair of sandals to suit my feet too. i want to make other people happy by appreciating me being happy. i just want to be happy.
i want to write and draw and paste on papers and paste them in my room but i positively feel that i’ll be scolded for doing that. i want my feelings to be expressed in that particular way. write and paint on paper. paste. write and paint on paper. paste. write and paint on paper. paste. i want to have the sewing machine in my room and i want to sew. i want to sew anything i find. i want my room to be my paradise.
i am currently in love with my new scissors and my collage. i want to walk barefoot in the city at night where i’ll be shivering when the dawn comes. i want to ride the ferris wheel again. i want my boyfriend to stop smoking. i want to be happy. i want to be me.
hey pzah, guess i’m the newest person to hit the new low.
I’m gonna say something mean ok? Give him a million bucks and he still won’t stop smoking. Men will never put girls BEFORE their best interests.
Care to prove me wrong?
aisyah oh aisyah, lets put your theory to the test…
try giving me 1mil bucks, and see in how many ways i can prove u wrong
Oooh have I tested you? My love interest watches hard drives of porn, for God’s sake. I know how hard it is to stop, and how easy it is to promise you can stop. DAMN I don’t have a million bucks(sorry Lana) but I’d sure as hell put my money on it if you’re a man of your word.
yana
this relationship thingy’s really got to you eh. huu well i’m here if you need to talk ok 