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Posted on Wednesday, October 4
Posted at 9:12 PM
Been feeling positively wild these few days. Can't blame me though, what am I suppose to do and feel during this few "get-used-to-it" days. I know, I know. It's the end. I know. Shut up and stop reminding me.
I want to do something wild, something that I've never done before. Give me a way to feel crazy and lose myself. Let me be wild and have fun. I'm not sure why I'm feeling this way, let's just say I've been enlightened. Hah. The irony of it.
Just face it Kimberlyn. You're hopeless and nobody wants you. Desperate for what is not yours from the beginning. But hey, I'm strong. I ain't crying, duh. I hide my weak self from you, to you I'm cool, I'm strong. Let it stay that way then. I don't want to continue being dependant on you now that our future is as bleak as the possibility of my father allowing me to stay out all night.

Wild. Many things fall in the category of wild. It depends actually. Let's just put it this way, I want to wild of EVERY kind. Yea, that's it.

I want to stay out late and go crazy. Let's say maybe, clubbing. Zouk, MoS, St. James Power Station, One Night Stand, you name it, I want to try it. A no-no for Kimberlyn the Old. Whatever! I'm done with the goody goody moral value stuff, I'm filled with the "unleash-my-power" kind of morals. So now I just have to think of a way to stay out all night, and make myself look older 3 years old. Easy, as if.

I'm going to be a girl. A feat worth 3 wilds from myself.
Definition of a girl : A human being with boobs dressing up all just to look pretty and attractive.
Enough said, I'm going to start adding skirts, more tops, more bras to my wardrobe.

I want to leave the country. Go overseas. Get away from all these bloody oh-so-drama things. Destinations considered currently are : Thailand, Australia, Genting. 100% impossible but I can always dream and try. I don't care who I go with. I just want to go.

I've just got to be wild. I want to be wild. Give me my social life.
Yes, I've changed. And I want to change.
I've had enough.
You seem to be coping well and I seem to be coping well too, the difference? I'm actually not.