I was thinking…
If you cant change for “THEIR BETTER” despite the numerous tries…
I suggest…
DON’T!
I have never fucking felt this way ever before…
But I’m not changing my views on the cliché-clical subject though…
It’s there…
I
Just
Have
To
Wait…
Un-Impulsively…
Hi!
Im Mary Therese Elisheba Tomol.
i Hate scary movies.love pizza.hate roaches.love the rain breeze.hate blackmailing. love long lost friends.hate everyone's OBVIOUS self-handicapping. love my mom. hate her nags. love her more. hate my dad's mood swings. love him like the rain breeze. love smelling the stench of my feet from school-leathered shoes.hate the overrated effects of reggae music on the masses. love Bob.hate batchoy with chicharon.love noodles with egg.hate (very) warm food. love fooooood. hate hot sauce. love gravy on rice. hate my past. love trying to 4get it. hate billy's teases. love spitting on his face. hate pouring my heart out. love finally getting over it.hate that i dont have everything.love the thought that no one would ever. hate self-fucking-ish brats. love that i can always break their nose any-fuking-time. hate the thought that you might think im faking everything just to make this entry worth reading. love the thought that youre still reading.hate my compositions. love writing them. hate hate. love love.
I am not starting over...
In fact...
I'm not even at the half towards the ending...
I'd love a pet dog someday....^_^
