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hey :) the name is amalina but im cool with mali.
or whatever nice.
im pretty laid-back.
im never serious.
haha well yea so get annoyed.
im a kid at heart, maybe a hippie too.
talk to me.
get to know me.
only then you can judge me.
:)
roar!
yesterdays
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Aug 20, 2010
"im engaged!", she screamed in her most overly-excited, high-pitched yet a little husky (shows too overjoyed with the good news) voice. and i went

aww so in love,
so full of love.
i wish i could still feel like one.
:)
im loved, i know.
i might not know who but there's somebody out there
that ought to love me.
haha creepy much? i dont mean it in the sense of getting stalked or anything like that.
i just wish,
really really wish,
that i could feel the love.
so that i could share my amorous momento.
well
it's no longer fear. it's pain. and i very much want to avoid that.
ive fallen for jerks and asses.
jerks and asses are what seem to be coming in and out, and still be sticking around me.
the truth is,
we eventually are able to forget all the bad things that happened to us but then, we remember.
that's when it sucked.
that's when you'd feel that everything ahead of you is nothing but recurring taunted past.
i'd love to give myself another try but i guess i think of things too much.
haha yea?
try being me then.
i need to be fixed.
and there's a thin line, huge gap between damaged and broken.
im number 2: repairment is such a waste and definitely not an option.
i do miss having someone that becomes a part of me- i really do
but ive been alright, havent i?

nevertheless,
spread the love :)

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