insomnia.

Taking a nap all day long
There's nobody disturbs me
but i can't feel free
There's no hope
There's no despair
only the anger reminded into my heart
There's no chance
and there's no clue
You're gone so faraway
I`m hiding myself from you
I hate myself who can't stop loving you
I feel so stupid
because i'm still in love with you
Fall over precipitate but there's
no one can rescue me
My heart has broken two pieces
seems i can't love you anymore
It's hard for me to go on my life without you
I'm suffering from insomnia
I'm dying day and day

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if you dress too nicely,

people ask what's the occasion? or if you have a hot date.

is it a sin to want to dress well to feel better, sometimes?

if you dress too sloppily,

people ask you what's your problem; can dress better?

is it a sin to not be bothered what to wear, sometimes?

nowadays i'm finding it harder to go out under public scrutiny.

let me wear what i like, the way i like, when i like, please.

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for the first time in my life,

i felt the kind of excitement i never thought i could/would/should ever experience.

while i stood inside the store, my eyes gleamed over the shelves and racks and countless

countless shoes, positioned slanted, full-frontal, slightly to the side; in red, in white, in black,

in slightly-weird blue, in beige, in cream, in purple, in bashful pink, shining in the light, as if they

as if they were quietly requesting me to take them home.

it's insane. 

i brought a pair home.

but it's worth the price ok.

and they were on sale.

shit,

at the rate things are going/the looks of it

really need to marry a rich man soon to fund my spending.

marry me, please?