i don't know wht to feel. ):
one moment it's this. the other moment it's that.
those knife impersonating statements that pierce straight&deep into the heart.
&that lifesaving subtle cotton wool with the only effective solution.
but did anyone ever tell you?
wounds heal but it doesn't stop at that. they leave behind scars.
these fugly looking scars that cannot be removed. ):

i don't know wht to feel.





&&&!
i mean it when i say i wna run every morning.
no doubt.
i've gotta train to be a better squadmate.
who can set a standard yet stick close to my extremists.
there's no reason why i love PT.
i just love PT the way it is.
the way it makes me feel so free.
the way it is able to train my endurance.
maybe even the way it can make me immune to all hardship.
tough PT makes me feel mindless.
concentrating on the activity itself makes you forget every un/happiness.
it's too tough for you to be dwelling on it.
running makes me feel so carefree. against the wind, i feel like the opposing wind's taking everything away.
the other activities just make me feel so ME.
because i love PT.
please don't kill me for being a PT obsessed.
i know it's taxing.
sorry Extremists.
i cannot help it. )":

let me be.
the way i am.
a PT freak.

i would appreciate it veryveryvery much.
(:

squeaked.
2:36 PM
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