Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground.

Listening to: John Mayer // Bold As Love

I was watching "Meet Joe Black" for the 298602835 time just now.
I swear to God, every time Brad Pitt appears on the screen, my heart melts.

The way he stands, the way he speaks, the way he smiles.
Just makes me want to rip off his clothes and go "RAWR!!!!"

Seriously. The sexiest man alive. Next to no one.
Now. Anyone want to join Operation Kidnap Brad Pitt?

sigh. :)

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For as long as I remember, I've always been the sort of person to cling on to another.
Like how mistletoe attaches itself to a silver birch. Living off the other's nutrients.
Sucking everything dry until there isn't any air left to breathe.

That is exactly what I do.

I don't do it on purpose though. I just can't help myself sometimes.
It's probably because of this overwhelming fear I have.
The fear of having to go through life alone.
The very thought is daunting.
It eats up every inch of me in a way that you could never imagine.

And you ask me, "Are you okay?"
No, I am not okay.
I am not okay because I find it pathetic that I have to latch on to everyone.
That I have to always look for a certain reassurance from the people around me.
To know that I am important and that I might just be able to play an influential part in a person's life.

Inferiority complex, perhaps? Low self-esteem?
I blame all of that and more.

You don't know anything about me.
So how can you say that you understand?