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Welcome♥

i hope you like oranges. and kiwis.
and lemons.and oranges.
i like oranges. they're really pretty. and nice.like goldfishes. and the sun.


Location

Floating in dreamland. where all the foods are imaginary.
and all the people are nice.
And even if they weren't we could always wake up.

Oneday.

tomorrow. (maybe)

The Girl



>>is way too fat.


Height: 5'7"
CW: 106 (47.7kg) D:
HW: 119


Old Goals: 112!

GW1: 110! (50)
by 23 mar


GW2: 107 (48.5)
by 31 mar

REACHED!
(11 Nov)

GW3: 105 (47.5)
by 20 Nov


GW4: 103 (46.5/47)
by 31 Nov


GW5: 100 (45.5)
by 31 Dec



UGW: 99 (45)


UUGW: 97

UUGW: to be ethereal. weightless. like those beautifully crafted paper dolls and the air.


Other Goals:

10K REACHED!
21K REACHED!
42K
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

i'm alive. i'm alive. i'm alive.
breathe. breathe. breathe.


have you ever felt the feeling of drowning alive?
of existence without feeling?

i want to.
die.
just to feel how it feels like.

it's all just another warped game really.
to see how long we can hold on to reality this time
before we lose it again.

how many steps we'll inch, towards the edge
before we teeter, falter,
and lean back in fear.

how far we can go,
how deep we can sink
how much further we can fall

would you trade sanity for solace?
trade life for refuge?

where are we supposed to go when there's no where else to hide?

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