Monday, March 2, 2009

We steal things, we cry and we hate.

Dear fellow bloggers,

I feel intimacy yet I'm not emotional person. I still miss him.
My life revolves around Evatt House and the University of Newcastle at this present stage. But my life revolved around him before I moved here. 
My life will continually keep revolving around my friends and my family, and my new family: D Block 1st. 

Some of my heros include people who are different but never stand out, people who dare to be different and people who dare break out of social norms.

The tightness of this leather rope is loosening and I am feeling more inclined to talk to you, to arrange contact with you, to feel you. This gives me the security of knowing I can link to you. But alas... you are still an immature twatter.

So if I steal possessions of hate is that a crime? Or just a crying shame?




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