There is this contest by @clderwee [follow them on Twitter ;D] and they are giving away free hand knitted socks! :D
I know, this already sounds amazing.
But, THERE'S MORE!
Also, they are giving away a paperback copy of Aprilynne Pike's (@AprilynnePike on Twitter ;D) book "Wings".
Yea, I know so much! Hahah :)
Link-eth: http://allaboutyabooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/cozy-up-with-good-book-giveaway.html#comment-form
:)
Sunday, August 29, 2010
I hate to admit it..
I hate him.
There is just so much passion to this. Too much passion to this. I felt like this once before, but not this intense. I don't know why I feel like this, like a helpless girl. I'm supposed to be strong and get through this. I am supposed to have the heart of steel. The heart that never loves. I hate how this is coming to be.
I blame him.
Or at least, I would love to blame him. Blaming him would just make all of this so much easier for me. I would be able to breathe without having to think. I would be free. But no, that would be way too easy. In a way it is his fault. If he wasn't...him than this would have never happened. So there. There is a damned [bad] good reason to why it's his fault, not mine.
I miss him.
Without meaning to. I try to refocus and not think about him. There is no point to missing him. He lives there and I am here. But when I don't talk to him for a while or when he says that he is going to talk to me later, than I end up waiting for him and missing him when he doesn't. Call me pathetic, because I am.
I _ _ _ _ him
Go ahead and laugh, I dare you. See what happends. Call me a pathetic loser and I will acknowledge that because that is what I am. A pathetic loser.
There is just so much passion to this. Too much passion to this. I felt like this once before, but not this intense. I don't know why I feel like this, like a helpless girl. I'm supposed to be strong and get through this. I am supposed to have the heart of steel. The heart that never loves. I hate how this is coming to be.
I blame him.
Or at least, I would love to blame him. Blaming him would just make all of this so much easier for me. I would be able to breathe without having to think. I would be free. But no, that would be way too easy. In a way it is his fault. If he wasn't...him than this would have never happened. So there. There is a damned [bad] good reason to why it's his fault, not mine.
I miss him.
Without meaning to. I try to refocus and not think about him. There is no point to missing him. He lives there and I am here. But when I don't talk to him for a while or when he says that he is going to talk to me later, than I end up waiting for him and missing him when he doesn't. Call me pathetic, because I am.
I _ _ _ _ him
Go ahead and laugh, I dare you. See what happends. Call me a pathetic loser and I will acknowledge that because that is what I am. A pathetic loser.
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