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| User: | le_mot_infini (14919802)
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| Name: | le_mot_infini |
| Location: | Korea (South) |
| Birthdate: | 12-30 |
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| le_mot_infini | @ | livejournal.com (Jabber) |
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| Bio: | i'm a people person. love to speak with everyone, love to spend hellova time with people around me, and love to feel that i'm loved. i don't like to be alone, especially, in the night. sometimes, it makes me think there will be nothing left for me. not even single scrumb of bread which will keep me alive. sometimes, i like to be all alone thinking about something that assures me that i'm not the only one who feels lonely at the time.
i hate this woman who begs me to detest her. why does she talk about me, even think of me? why does she bother? i hate her. i hate her to death. but i don't think she deserves any kind of death threat from me. she's a waste. well, anyway she's going to die, right? oh, this isn't going to stop. thinking about her, thinking about her dying painfully beside a pool of her own dark blood. her own dark tainted blood. here, i must stop.
i was slapped by harsh and agressive reality that i was old enough to get a life with a certain good job. a good job? what's the criteria of a good job? a good job for me is a job witch pays me good. my people fanatically believe that getting a good job is enough. but i can't quite agree with their thought and their appetite for a life-worth job. a better job. a better job: surrounded by my thoughtless thoughts, with a pencil or pen in my right hand and a legal pad in my other hand jotting down every single word it keeps me breathe. the best job? i don't even think of it. |
| Pictures: | fewer than 10 public |
| Interests: | 7: dreaming, french, music, photography, reading, shopping, writing |
| Schools: | None listed |
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| Friend of: | 1: le_mot_infini |
| Member of: | 5: promptdujour, reading_is_love, rosepetalsalad, sixwordstories, talkin_snack |
| Account type: | Plus Account |
