i need a fucking secret secret blog. where in i could still place things uncensored. fearing nothing. but i guess that's kinda impossible as of the moment. so i have to deal with this set up first.
blogging "un" secretly sucks. :((
no "friends" today. i dont feel like liking them today. GAH! having a crush on someone is so boring. darn it! why am i like this?
i'm actually confused right now. my brain is going mad. thoughts are so mixed up. and i feel so stupid for doing stupid things, for feeling stupid things, for saying stupid things. so i'm having a debate club here: nica1 vs. nica2.
some of you might still remember them for some reason. i, weird as it may be, cant really tell which is which. i barely use nica1 and nica2. it was forgotten. the idea is still there though. 1 and 2 are the opposites, so if you knew it before, you'll get what i'm about to say now.
it sucks. having nica 1 and 2 around. it's better to have one of them around. i'm guessing the latter one is better? (sheesh! i can't believe i really forgot which is which) whatever! i'm still in favor with the "angry" one (whatever that is).
can't help myself not wait. not wait WAIT, but wait. NOT WAIT WAIT! ugh! wrong term. wait isn't the term that i should be using. forget what i just said.
okay, since i can't explain what the hell i am thinking right now. here are keywords.
- ym wait.
- surprise.
- hangout.
- text.
- night.
- goodnight.
- kilig.
- crushed.
- stop.
- get used to.
- over and over.
- ferriswheel-like.
- magic.
- waiting shed.
- movies.
- emotions overflow.
- confused.
- end this.
i promise you, that i will be honest in the future.
HEY YOU! YOU DONT HAVE THE FUCKING RIGHT TO TELL ME WHAT IS RIGHT OR WRONG. the hell?! i dont trust you and your opinions. NOT AT ALL! (magkaibang tao si hey you at hey there.) ((grabe warfreak mode.))
i'm addicted to sleeping. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I'm Nica. Age 20. A Fine Arts student, Photographer, Company Artist and a full time blogger. I'm pretty sure you know what I blog about (for the avid readers. ofcourse!).
I blog about absolutely anything I could think of and dears, sorry in advanced. Most of them are non-sense. I have a love-hate relationship with cab drivers. I procrastinate a lot. And I love like a hopeless romantic.
