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JE ME SUIS

Name: Ria
B-day: September 5, 1988
Location: QC, Philippines
DevArt: nayomi-chan
Multiply: spacepiratesolstice



A Glance

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WISHFUL

- find out what I want in life
- this moment to happen
- be a Dean's List-er
- learn how to ride a motorcycle
- go skydiving
- go scuba diving
- make my own blog layout
- learn how to use Flash
- travel more
- improve my drawing skills
- VINTAGE
- go to a Flea market
- a Tarot Card Deck
- fashion sense
- femme outfits
- witty t-shirts
- vintage clothes and accessories
- make my own clothes!
- go on a shopping spree
- contribute to WWF
- a DSLR
- bake something
- A CAR
- A CAR THAT I CAN DRIVE
- an underwater camera
 - cosplay again
- visit my online friends
- stop being a safeist
- happiness


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Friday, June 11, 2004
God sheild me
Listening to: Nothing

I need a hug.

Lately, when I get home, I feel like I've been completely trampled underfoot. I've been filled with thoughts that run thru my mind at blinding speed. It's crazy. I think I'm going crazy.

I saw a woman this afternoon. She was walking down the street naked. As the car sped by, my heart. It twisted. It moaned and creaked. I didn't dare to look back. Someone please just stab me repeatedly! Stab me in the back and leave me to die.

I hate how so many things can make me feel bad about myself.

So many things make me feel so frustrated. Sometimes up to the point where I can't stand it at all! My mind goes into ultra frustrated mode, and I go crazy! I just have to get away, just get away, but I end up in my room where I push the frustration down, and I go back. I never ever get rid of it, I just stuff it under my bed. I can never get rid of it. It's always there.


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