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About Myu

Broken-hearted.

I'm no philosopher, just someone with common sense.

Since my blog is already out in the open, I have no problem with you criticizing it. However,

I have a very low tolerance span for bullshit, so I'll most likely overlook your (moronic) two cents if they are made. I'm not here to explain my thoughts or opinion to anyone. We can agree to disagree. You don't have to like how I blog or view things, for it was never meant for you in the first place. I'm not forcing you to read any of my entries and you are definitely not obligated to follow me.

Overly sarcastic, but thoughtful. Read to know me.

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Other blog: cherishment
Fashion blog: NyuStyles
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FACTS
1.This section is stupid but I'm filling it out anyways.
2.I am a procrastinator.
3.Food obsessed.
4.I hate writing about me's.

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Sunday, July 22, 2012 @ 2:19 AM

Whoever you're thinking of right now, they must have hurt you or will hurt you at some point. The second you start caring is when you become vulnerable to their actions no matter how minor they may be. The moment you give them even the slightest bit of trust is when you are allowing them the privilege to crush your heart in the palm of their hands. To care for someone so dearly, with all of your heart.. takes a lot of courage. It's a daring task: to let someone in entirely and expose your strengths and weaknesses. It requires bravery and the greatest desire to love them to start caring and because you're aware of this, you may want to neglect your feelings for the sake of your own protection or even put up a facade in place of the truth by acting as if you simply do not care. However there are things you cannot achieve, and that is producing lies to your heart. Your heart is your conscience and it itches to find someone to care for. If it's not always, it's at some point in your life where you will care about someone so much to the point where you wish you no longer did. Pain comes with the price of caring, yet it's something we can't ever bring ourselves to stop.