notes to inner cinnamon

dammmmm was fine!

how fun is it to mock on boys at the street.

hang out til 1am then go to the hotel, have some fun, sit by the pool, talk with 3 unknown guys

(make sure one of them[at the very least!!!!1] is cute)

then when its 4am you steal their beds, have some more fun and then leave at 6 like nothing happened.

justtt...CHILL, CHILL LIKE A DAWG.

ahh my headaches, my stomchaches, my LORD DAMN BACKACHES

i would listen to ya but im too tired to function bitch

c yaaaa dont wanna b yaaaaa.

,\/,, piss

-Cinnamon.

i guess i really lovED him, yet cant explain why.

why the bitch do i get stomachaches when i see you? i thought everything was over.

what is wrong with both of us? may i know?

ive known you for like wut...a year?

its been so long, that i havent seen your face,

im trying to be strong, but the strength i have is washing away,

it wont be long, before i get you by my side,

& just hold you, tease you, squeeze you, tell you whats been on my mind.

i wanna make up right now wish we never broke up right now we need to link up now.

dont ever underestimate me.

&&&

PS WHY IS JUDE LAW SO EFFING SMEXi!?!.,./2

=(

signing off, life isnt fair.

-Cinnamon‏

relations creation incarceration determination equation humiliation reincarnation situation elation identification retaliation education inspiration no substitution solution conclusion..

somewhen, somehow, somewhere in life you actually leave the person alone. you don't always have to shove your freaking ass up everywhere. god. you DONT ask questions if you want the best for the same person.

why are they considered my best friends anyway? they say you have fun with your BFF's so why? why do i not enjoy this.

i like having other people around me - cause i dont have schizoid personality disorders, not of any damned kind.

why are you people?

thats gonna sound a little bit too harsh and quite shallow but, have i picked the wrong friends?

-Cinnamon

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roses are red

violets are blue

you're being a child, then fuck yew =)

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אני שונאת תנך וערבית לעזאזל עם זההההה

im

in

such

a

pressure.

but everyone says its not the place or the people that make you feel like an old hag, its just... you. you're not motivated enough. perhaps you were born like that and you're stuck. wait, maybe this sickness is catchy?

ive always tried not to be like this, yet nothing ever helped me,

or did it?... so what if i moved aboard, would that really help? life isnt a movie. its not the things you imagine.

dear brain, THINK QUICKLY, TIME IS UP.

-Cinnamon

i had never doubt it. life isn't a game. it's a challenge. a challenge i shall take, even if i rather ignore it - saying my old ass phrase(?):

"laugh, love, live" - 3 words, my favorite number. now, i risked my life once, and ill never do that again, why? tell you why, its not attractive

at all. now, dad offers me to move to brooklyn,new york. HAPPILY. but what is stopping me? my friends had made me think lately... that sucks

because i didn't trust anyone just until now. plus, the rest of my family, how on the earth can i leave them behind me?

they say it would be better for me... but they wouldn't go through the things that im gonna go i try to be powerful, strong and

full of myself - people like that maintain longer. so why cant i change? why does it take so darn much to change yourself? i really cant stand it

sometimes, i wish i could become invisible when i wanted to, i wish things would just go smoothly & slowly.

my grades are likely to be the worst thing on this planet. save me tom cruise. ):

for those who know about this, and been wondering, im feeling great, i dont need any help so dont get things wrong, because its wrong to

do so, and i dont want anyone of you to go that way. its way too serious.

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-Cinnamon.