D. J. :
She’s a beautifully plain girl who daydreams nightly about a life she’ll never lead.
God, laughter, music, friends, marshmallows, lollipops, mochi and bread are some things that make up her everything. (:
a bundle of topsy-turvy contradictions, she loves every merry minute of her singlehood. (:
also, someone once told her our prayers were like our love letters to God. so here they are. (:

Wishes for never-ending laughter &for forever to meet no end.

Let's sing You a love song for i'm coming back to the Heart of Worship, where it's all about You.

DANIELLE. DANNY. FENG SHUI. FION. INEZ. TINGJUN.

Lovedrops♥
x x x x

sometimes, i feel really alone in this world.

gosh, now it sounds like i'm this self-centered jerk, where everything is about " me me me me me", about my wants, my needs, my problems. ME. ah, whatever. the one person i felt i could pour out my problems to has found a new life and seems perfectly happy there. so.. he's not here anymore. doesn't come and visit either. i suppose he's probably sick of me dumping my issues on him, so i don't blame him, really. i'd do the same if i were him. but it still hurts, okay. *sad face*
i acknowledge the fact that i'm superficial, insecure, have low self esteem, and etc. it's depressing enough to list them when i'm in a perfectly good mood, but when i'm being emo-ish... *rolls eyes*, enough is enough. i also realise that my good points won't even fill up the fingers on one hand. see, i'm realistic. i'm open to criticism. maybe not so open to improving myself and re-inventing my life. i mean, it's easy enough to go, "hey! you're not as *inserts comment* as you think you are, have higher self esteem!". by the way, please don't patronise me. oh, and in case no one has noticed, it's not as easy to tell my insecurity, "hey! you have issues, be more secure!"
i'm tired of being responsible most of all the time. (yes, it's back to me again. believe me, i noticed. have you noticed the number of is in this post already?!) sometimes i'm just tired. tired of being me. tired of giving in. tired of never winning any arguments because a) i start crying when i'm angry and the other party will think that i feel sad and have already acknowledged i'm in the wrong and b) by the time i come up with a comprehensive argument, it seems petty to bring it up again. tired of never fighting for what i want because of *inserts numerous reasons i have come up with*, regardless of whether or not they are valid.

someone should just lock me up in a chest together with the key and forget all about me. literally. it would just hurt all the more if it wasn't.

i don't cry anymore; i try not to cry anymore. i just hold the tears all in; force myself to hold them in.
sooner or later, i'll drown in my own tears.

sometimes, i feel that no one really knows me.

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