16. CHR, senior year. Photoshoots. Dance-offs. Mates. Fun. Digicam. Cats. Biking. Explore. Books.
Words. Dictionary. Transparency. Body rides.
Amira Idayu.
Amira Idayu
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So hey. This is my blog. I love writing. The posts and titles here are inspired from real life world and experiences.
Typing about hurt doesn't make me a sadist.
Typing about heartbreaks doesnt mean im on post-break up denial.
Typing about love and crushes doesn't mean im in love.
Typing about death doesn't make me an emo kid.
We are all more in depth than the naked eye can see. I hate being ridiculed.
I think I won't be uploading as much photos here now that Facebook is available. Read on, comment, whatever.
Enjoy articulating or connecting my words with your life. Welcome.
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Amira Idayu.
Preface.
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You can't tell someone I Love You, soonish, now can you? Why commit, why get involved and why expect highly of yourself when all you do later is abandon it? Why dwell futher down under and then leave it open? Is it some kind of freak show? Where your vulnerability is your power for fame? Really, you take that as an issue? In such a split second? Cool, one day, you're going to realise what a folly it was and grieve. In a matter of split second. By then, too bad, you're kicked out of the race. Cmon, what is another heartbreak, bro. Yours.
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