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Tuesday, October 19, 2010
11:32:00 am

Gossip Girl

How i wish i was just talking about the show. But sadly, no. Under a different aspect and circumstance, this TV show has just been brought to life, right in my own backyard.

So another one bites the dust and trust me the dust tastes like crap; I tasted it myself. If you're taking the literal meaning then you may begin to wonder how the hell I'm blogging from 7 feet under. Then you shouldn't be reading this as you may spend more time wondering rather than understanding what I really wana say.

Back to the topic at hand: Gossip girl.

I have since removed myself from the social platform we call Facebook. Not because I'm unsociable (humans are generally social creatures, learnt that in school) but i'm seriously tired of being under tight scrutiny from people; people who used to matter. i have been asked: "since they don't matter so why care?" The point is I don't but I believe that people who doesn't matter to me does not have the priority or the slightest chance to know about my life. Those who are matters don't need Facebook to know what's going on in my life.

I guess that' that.

i don't need changes. My life is PERFECT right now. i don't need anything else. Perfect why? I know who to trust. I'll only get stabbed once, my bad. But your bad is that you didn't make sure i wasn't able to get back up. Now i am. You held a kitchen knife behind me and now i'm loading rounds into my sniper,waiting.

When i pull the trigger, you wouldn't know what hit you but you'll be dead. You can trust me but you may still bet on that.

You KNOW you love me.

XOXO

:::Monochromed:::


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