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♥ brenda


Hello, my name is Brenda by birth. I really like dressin up. I love books and photography. I hate lizards, insects, things that slime or crawl.Neither do i like gore or violent films.

AM WATCHING MY LIFE FROM FIFTY FEET.

And nope, im not delusional.
not yet

screams



Tuesday, March 09, 2010
You want the truth? -Here it is.

Eventually you'll forget it all. First you 'll forget everything you've learnt in school. The dates of wars , the laws of physics and the pythagorean theorem. You'll especially forget the things you never really learnt ; but the things you just memorised before. You'll forget all but one or two of your favourite teachers, fret not, eventually you will forget them too.

You'll forget your class schedule, the place you used to sit, the people who sat beside you, who bullied you, who was cool, sporty, smelly, geeky and what not. Then the lyrics of the songs that you swore you sang a million times. The school prom , its events, the dates, what everyone wore, and eventually the venue.

Then comes the later part in life, where the school ended, and everyone seem to have fallen in love. And work is mundane. You start to forget about it, who has the best parties, who had the most friends, who had trashy friends. Then comes a point where you will forget everything else, the ones whom you said you loved, the ones that actually did. They will be the last off your list, but they will get gone eventually.

Then once you have forgotten them, you love someone else.