I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman ... Life is not rational; it is just mad and full of pain. Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions. You are a sexual angel, but you're an angel just the same. You are a narcissist. That is the raison d'etre of the journal. Journal writing is a disease. But it's all right. It's very interesting. - Anais Nin
I got this pitter patter in my heart. Drumrolls. Nerve. (Negative) Adrenalin rush.
And I have no idea why?
Maybe because I'm a newbie. I'm the greenie girl while others fed up with experiences.
I am nervous. I am afraid that I'll scatter the wits unnecessarily. And I'll look dumb. I am afraid of mispronounciation. Misspelling. Grammatical errors. Nervous.
Gotago, bye!
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posted by oengoemeloeloe at 6:03 PM
I'm a fountain of blood in a shape of a girl. My life is a poetry and my world is writing.
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