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Hey hey. I ain't any nerdy hottie. that's what i AIM to be for the next two years. Studies + looks. How wonderful life will be ~ My name is Eemin aka Jacqueline. Jacqueline is just for those ignorants who doesn't know the pronounciation of my magnficent name. Alright, I am pretty shameless, but i call it humour and confidence. So yeah ~ I can be pretty irrational, insane, hyped up. Yet, it's just facades over facades. You never want to know the down side of me. Sometimes, I get lost in myself(s). Don't get me wrong. I aint any emokid either. I am pretty much an optimist in my pessimistic world. At least, I hope for the best I'm weridly humourous, pretty inperfect in my own perfect way. Good luck! For I'm a tough book to read. i must say, I'm nothing much on firt sight; but i'm definitely not your average girl when you know me. Oh oh and oh, I AM ADDICTED TO MUSIC. MUSIC, IS MY LIFE. I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT MUSIC. ANY CURE?
-That's me
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The rain, the winter spring has made us fade away



I really wonder how you feel on these nights so alone


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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable.
Friday, April 13, 2012 || 9:12 AM

It opens your chest,
and it opens up your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up.
You build up all these defenses.
You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you,
then ONE stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you;
They didn't ask for it.
They did something dumb one day,
like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.

-Neil Gaiman.