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Feb 27, 2012:Caught up in the past.


♥LaLaLand™
I love old photographs.


Dear diary,, Mon-dayy *27o212*.



Fabricated February. ♥
Monday.
My curse is possibly to forever be..
The Jack of all trades; master of none.


I can do this, maybe that.. sometimes good at it..
Never the best.
& I realise this. I never claim to be more than I am.
It's not that I keep wanting more, it's that I know my limitations.


I get praised by people who know nothing of the things I know certain things of.
& I feel funny getting praised for these certain things & I know I don't deserve it.
& yet there's still not enough words to explain how I feel really because..
Thoughts similar to these flood my mind a lot & I get lost as to where to go next.


So fcuk where to.. next;
let's go back to the start.
My favourite photos are the ones I have no memory of.
Or some. Because my judgment wasn't the reason of those smiles. 

Those were real.
Gosh we were so cool back then.
Vintage!!









 TalkingToStars. ♥



LiL♂Miss[V]exatious

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♫|Nostalgia| |Melancholy|♪