Shit, I'm so scared.

Somehow I can't write a story in 1st person. I tried and it sounded all weird and foreign. Read over it a couple of time and I almost stab myself. Horrible, horrible writing.

Thus in one click I deleted it all and I felt so much better. None of that suffocating shit happening in my chest or the wincing of my face. Let me tell you friends, I suck at writing in 1st person point of view.

This is it, I retire. Put my keyboard down and retire from it all.

Maybe you guys have noticed that my playlist above consist of all slow and love songs. Truth to be told, I can't say I'm a music lover. You know how those people can have earphones plug in their ears all day and have over 2gigs of music? Sad to say you won't be thrill with me hahaha

Lets say I'll listen to music when I'm in the mood for it, and when I do then these are the songs I prefer to hear. Can't stand trance and all that head banging techno. It's weird how I used to like it... three or four years ago?

Now I sing along to The Carpenters' Close To You and twirl with a nice soft melody like Slow Jam.

I think a song is much like love. The music, tune or melody is the first attraction. You know the physical attraction when you first meet someone. But then the lyrics is going to determine the love and the person. So my songs need good lyrics. I can't stand those mindless songs with the whole "bend over" or "where you got that ass".

Honestly, what kind of standard are we setting for growing children -roll eyes-

A statement that my friend made which is totally true about me. The conversation started with talking about guys.

Kelly: So even if he's rich and handsome, you won't like him?
Me: Duh. I need more than money and good looks you know.
Kelly: To hear you say that gives me goosebumps. You always joke around and seeming as though you're so vain! What guys do you like then?
Me: Obviously a great respectable MAN. Not a guy. I don't like guys. I like real men.
Kelly: Hahaha Crap how does your bf stand you?
Me: Shit me, who knows? But he knows he's a treasure if I'm with him.
Kelly: Whatever. So you're looking for more than the exterior with guys?
Me: Yeh I need substance. Even with friends as well.
Kelly: You need "substance" for EVERYTHING. Even in yourself you "The margin needs to be 2cm not 1.5cm!!!"
Me: LOL Right on! Looks doesn't get you anything, you grow old anyways. What's inside that stays with you for all your life.
Kelly: I shouldn't tell the guys about this because they already have the bitchy snobby image of you imprint in their head. If they know you're this eerrr... whatever the kind word I'm about to put there, then they would all freak the shit out.
Me: Sshhh between us two >=P