SHABRINA

Profile
The way I speak does not define who I really am.




web counter
web counter<

Talk To Me

Tagboard by Tag-Board.Org
Name
URL/Email
Message - Smilies
saving messenger emoticons




Adverts

Feel free : askshaaaab@gmail.com

Photobucket




Formspring




Archives

June 2010
July 2010
August 2010
September 2010
November 2010
December 2010
January 2011
February 2011
March 2011
April 2011
May 2011
June 2011
July 2011





The Bloggers

Twitter My Tumblr
Lizzie
Baby Rogue's Tumblr
Nad's Tumblr
Lee's Tumblr Azza Izana
Kucing's Tumblr
Liyana Fasha's Tumblr HollyJean

Credits Given

Powered By: Blogger
Layout By: Trina
Picture by: Getty Images

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Do you not see how I dislike being repressed and supressed.
Do you not see how I dislike me?
A chain around my neck, having to bottle everything and be perfect.
Be so fucking perfect.
Always.
Every damn time.

Do you not see how I long to cry?
Do you not see how I long to just keep having faith?
To trust?
To love?
Do you not see that sometimes, being who you want me to be, should be good enough.

Why? why must you grab hold of my heart and not let go? why must you not let me be free? why must you keep me in a cage, disabling me from having my own thoughts and opinions? my own feelings?

Why? Why must I keep feeling that something is wrong w me when it is so clearly just our rship thats fucked and not either one of us is at fault?

WHY THE FUCK