Hello! This is the small little world I've been living in.
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I don't copy, I don't steal, I don't spam. I hope you don't do that too. :)
Hi! I'm Strawberry!
I'm always sweet but sometimes sour.
I have a husband, Honeydew. We live with my mum, Banana and my dad Papaya
Cheers! We are the awesomest food ever.
LOL Ignore that. This is me. But keep in mind. If you don't like me, or hate the way I post things. I'd appreciate you to get out of my blog.
I live in my own little world at times. I love animals, flowers, pretty clothes, heels, my family and friends, my food and everything that makes the world beautiful. I love all consumable foods especially my chocolates. I am not crazy. I am simply different. I'm also utterly obsessed with mermaids and I dream of becoming one someday.
I HATE copycats and spammers. So, if you're one of them, it's a sign that you should stay away. This is where I express most of me, so either you accept it or you don't.
♥ 06.09.1994 ♥
OVER-THINKING; IT KILLS
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Sometimes I feel really helpless and doomed. At times hopeless and down. It has been a very long time since I was in pain, pain that no one around me understands or could possibly feel to bring them closer to understand me. It seems that all hopes are lost and I will have to deal with this for my entire life, coming into contact with the few who has it only downs me as I realise that there are possibly no cure or proper diagnosis for this. I used to be able to cope well when I was younger but ever since I left high school I realised the impact it has made on me. It didn't just leave a physical scar but it has etched a very deep one in my mind as well. Most of the time I'm thinking of ways to prevent it, to ensure that I do not have to go through the pain at all. But it doesn't help. It's almost like over-thinking and killing myself from the inside, worries me most of the time and makes me feel really hopeless. It's funny that because of that pain, I think that death is not really that frightening anymore. Although the uncertainty of death worries me, the uncertainty of the attack worries me even more and it's tearing me down bit by bit. At times, I even imagine how it'd be like
to be dead and not feel anything anymore and then kinda anticipate death to come and take me quickly. But I do not want to leave as long as my parents are still around. I know what my death would do to them. But please Buddha, let me live just a little longer than my parents and no longer than that. As for my time on earth, I will try my best to do the best I could to achieve my dreams and goals before my candle burns out.
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