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I don’t talk to most of you, so I hope you don’t mind…you all are magical and wonderful! 。◕‿◕。 

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I’m throwing my love at you all! Also I’m really sorry if I missed anyone!  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*: ・゚✧

When I was young, I didn’t know I’ll fall like this. When I was young, I only thought that happiness is my new toys, my new friends and my favorite juice. And I can’t wait to grow up, I can’t want to fall in love. And now, I’m regretting every single moment I wasted. I'm regretting the moments wherein I was daydreaming instead of studying. Because now, I can’t do that anymore. I keep on daydreaming about you, the one I want but I can’t have. I wished I didn’t met you but I also want to meet you. You’re my own kind of blur happiness and sadness, you’re both. You’re the one I love to hate. I love you. But then, baby, I don’t know if I deserve you anymore.
—  regrets // a.j.