Precelia=)
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September 16, My Day.
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Celia Lee
So, where are they when you need them the most eh? But i can't hate. I cant last long mad. And that, from my point of view, is a weakness. And it's been that way for as long as i know. I simply just cant stay mad. Even my attention span's longer than that. But honestly, Dont ya'll hate that disconsolate feeling? A sense of false security with people you THOUGHT would be there. Eventually they have the least clue. Self absorbed in their own matters. Cause in the end, Celia is not that a priority as you are to her. Maybe she just cares too much. Maybe she's just stupid. And everytime she's ready to leave, it just pulls her back like gravity.
I go through boys like money. I let go when it gets to deep. I push away cause i'm afraid of the pain i assume will follow through. It's just all my insecurities, my imagination. And i may have hurt some unintentionally. She lets her self get in the way. S a b o t a g e on a whole new scale
