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Song: Taishou.a, anNina
Mood: Where everything seems hopeless for your friend and there's nothing you can do.

The theme of this entry? He loves me. He loves me not. Sitting in the grassy green field surrounded by daisies to pick off the petals of each. One by one. Quietly mumbling "He loves me." and "He loves me not." Which will it land on I wonder? As you pick your flowers...Will the world blossom...Or fall apart. Crushed into pieces by a mere chance of the petals. Bah. Foolish. One of the most dangerous people I know are the ones that get close to you. Make you feel needed. Love you. Your "He loves me" petal. Then rips your heart out. Smiling. Loving every minute of it. Turning into your nightmare...Your "He loves me not petal." Much more dangerous than the ones that just rip you apart on the spot. At least you didn't have a relationship with them. Get to know them. And love them for who you THOUGHT that person was. Well. The drama has ceased for now. I suppose. I give it two more days and another silly little drama attack will happen. Maybe I'll be wrong. I hope I am. I've had my healthy dose of drama kay thx. .____.;

I'd write a poem for all my lovely readers but at the moment I'm at a loss for words. Ha ha ha. Amazing, no? Don't ask me who the people are I'm talking about in this entry. If you read this and know what I'm saying kudos. Good for you. If not. Don't even ask. I'm not going into it.