heloo people xx miss me ? haha sorry I didn't update anything for the past 2/3 weeks ? I have school . so i'm busy . so many homeworks and stuff T-T . so last week , there's a diagnostic English test . guess what ? I got 97% :) i'm so damn happy . btw , I'm studying at SMK USJ 12 (Kluster School ) , i'm from 1 Lycos and i'm in the purple team ♥ Mac Afee forever ! ♥ school is okay but the fact that I don't have lots of friends is a problem when I first come to school , the first day . the other pupils already know each other . I don't know anyone so it's a bit hard for me . erghhhh . but now I got some friends.... yeah i'm sitting beside Natalie in class . okay , just now at class , we're studying English , then Natalie forgot to bring her pen(red pen) , then , I brought out my pen from my pencil case , then she told me that was hers ! she said she bought it yesterday at school . -..- erghhh worst day ever . then I told her it was mine . she just took it away . wtf . I think she's lying cause she forgot her pen -..- but we're okay now I guess.... if u forgot to bring it just tell me i'll share my pen with u , but don't ever lie to me -.- okay . so , what to talk about now ? oh , i'm in the purple team ♥ Mac Afee . awesome right . haha i'm happy with it .btw , I miss my old friends from BK so damn much . erghhhhhh .okay i'll post something later if I have time ;) see ya ! xoxo
heloo people xx miss me ? haha sorry I didn't update anything for the past 2/3 weeks ? I have school . so i'm busy . so many homeworks and stuff T-T . so last week , there's a diagnostic English test . guess what ? I got 97% :) i'm so damn happy . btw , I'm studying at SMK USJ 12 (Kluster School ) , i'm from 1 Lycos and i'm in the purple team ♥ Mac Afee forever ! ♥ school is okay but the fact that I don't have lots of friends is a problem when I first come to school , the first day . the other pupils already know each other . I don't know anyone so it's a bit hard for me . erghhhh . but now I got some friends.... yeah i'm sitting beside Natalie in class . okay , just now at class , we're studying English , then Natalie forgot to bring her pen(red pen) , then , I brought out my pen from my pencil case , then she told me that was hers ! she said she bought it yesterday at school . -..- erghhh worst day ever . then I told her it was mine . she just took it away . wtf . I think she's lying cause she forgot her pen -..- but we're okay now I guess.... if u forgot to bring it just tell me i'll share my pen with u , but don't ever lie to me -.- okay . so , what to talk about now ? oh , i'm in the purple team ♥ Mac Afee . awesome right . haha i'm happy with it .btw , I miss my old friends from BK so damn much . erghhhhhh .okay i'll post something later if I have time ;) see ya ! xoxo
I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:
"I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride."
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.
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