Miss lane.

the her
Lena Laney
I think over the moon.
Food pleases me, big time.
I love the arts, and am a massive bookworm.
I harbor absolutely no interest in ordinary people.
I'm irrational, and loving it.
Your painfully average dozen-in-a-street girl.
Keeping a distance of 10 metres would be wise.
Turning 21 on 23dec.
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Dec 18, 2011 || 2:11 PM

Gosh. just read through my previous posts. its like i changed into some self-absorbed dimwit in comparism lol!
during then was the times i private-d my blog, for not very noble reasons.
but oh, when will i be able to come clean about things..?
maybe after i graduate. i'll have no choice but to finally let go then.
right back then were the times i blogged for the sole purpose of sharing my thoughts, and recording down what was going on in my life, albeit in riddles.
but of course i hid it well. sometimes i don't even know now what exactly i was yakking on about too.
I got thwarted, by myself i suppose, fell into a pothole in the road, don't know where this is going anymore.
Had a future- for a few years at least. had some goal to work towards, a very clear and deliciously challenging one.
then, this turn into the dark alleyway, perhaps i took the wheel by myself, but i stopped and made myself stagnant, doing what i could to survive.
And then dawn broke and i could see in light what's here, recognizing my surroundings for the first time. was still working it out, thought i'd figured it all out.
Simply surviving, breathing, holding up a facade on whats going on, deceiving everyone who could see.
oh, maybe i am just so content, that i'm using something to try to explain it to myself, it's just so human to do so, isn't it?
I don't know, this feels like nothing, too much of nothing that its like hanging in thin air, in space, very empty space.
Guess it can be said i'm thinking too much, because contentment is really too hard to behold, and then imma dismiss it all by telling you to just ignore my mindless musings. haha!
after all, who are the few people that can really say 'I'm happy here'..?
the grass will always be greener on the other side.

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