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Me

I'm Cara. I'm not the strong believer of love i once was. I tend to have bouts of paranoia and speak my mind too freely. I'm honest enough to tell you you're about as exciting as watching paint dry. You call me weird, but know that everyone is unique, or 'weird', as you say. Yes, you too, weirdo. I am a child of God, but i dont turn the other cheek easily. I do love Gerard Way.

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Saturday, March 1, 2008
forgive me
To get somewhere, do you have to be fake?
Do you have to push away every other emotion other than 'happiness' and anger, or else people won't be interested to talk to you anymore?
What's the point anyway. Yeah, so you've got a couple of people liking you for who you try to be. Is it worth it?

Words don't come easily, I think and think but it's so difficult to express.

So today, like any typical Saturday, I've been lazing around at home, doing last minute tuition homework, smsing whoever bothers replying, appearing offline on msn most of the time, (just cause i don't feel like talking), reading stories about love and wishing, listening to whatever music fits my mood (alanis morrissette today) and thinking.

We're all trying to find ourselves, and maybe some readily admit that we're broken more than others.
I'd like to be someone who is able to hide emotions inside herself and just talk to God. Someone who doesn't need anyone else, independent, strong, and not care what others think of her.

Finding God, Love, Happiness, or maybe i've been searching in all the wrong places.
maybe some people are not meant to be loved, and it's fine for them.
Expectations, being let down when you expect someone to do something and the person doesn't. And it's so hard to just keep it inside sometimes, but telling the person would make you seem desperate, clingy, helpless, unwanted.
Weak.

We all want to look strong in the end, cos ultimately, confidence and strength is sexy.

How real are we allowed to be for society to welcome us into their superficial, shiny, prosthetic arms?

Does life suck or what.

(12:31 AM)