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Welcome to dolliCRAP!, teh random blog of Yanka. Nothing serious comes in here. Thoughts, rants, random things and bits of reality are some of the things that you would see in here. You won't ever be bored. Hopefully.

Priyanka. Call me "Yanka" for short. 13 y/o. 07/26/95. Superbly stupid. Single since birth. Food is love, homework is not. A follower of icanhascheezburger. A dreamer. Graphic Designer? Has no sport. Lazy. I ♥ music. Bitten by the computer bug. I ♥ taking pictures.
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Okaaaay. My friend said that the pic looked SO emo, but anyway, back to topic: This is my sad truth.

I help people. They get on my nerves. I get stressed. I don't mind. Because I want people to help me when I need help too, even if I'm so annoying already. BUT NO, when I go to ask them for help they're always BUSY.

I smile. All the time. I don't want people to keep focusing on their problems. I want people to be happy, remember the good things. But sometimes, I forget the good things. I forget the things I tell people. I become a hypocrite. And when I share to a friend all they'll say is "Oh that's okay." and then THEY'D share their problems. They won't say anything positive at all.

I do my best. When I know a blessing has come, I do my best to make the most of it. Someone tells me "oh, I made you something". I say thank you a lot of times. I know they've spent time on it. I'd get proud of it. If it's something I can wear, I use it. If it's something I can use on the internet, I advertise it and say "I got it from this friend". But when I give something to someone, they'd say "OMG THANK YOU" then that's it. They won't wear it for all to see. They won't tell the world "look, my friend made this for me". NO. It's like, are they ashamed of what I do? Are the things I make not good enough? Do I have bad taste or something?

I put an EFFORT to make FRIENDS. Oh my God. If God gave you the power to read someone's mind, let it be me. Because really, by then, you'd see how different I am inside and how much I change the outside me just to be "OKAY". I reach out to outcast groupmates. I talk to misunderstood classmates from time to time. But when I was in fourth grade, when I had no best friend, no group, no nothing - no one talked to me unless they had a comment on what I was wearing or if it was for school.

But, anyway, despite all this, I'm really happy I have my best friend. I only talk to Him when I need him, and I'm always such a wimp and start crying when I share my problems. Despite my girl best friend's encouragements and talks about Him, I don't really devote myself. But, when I'm in trouble and when no one really helps me and all, HE'S always the only one who REALLY DOES stay. He doesn't talk, which is the best thing. All I really need is an ear to listen to me anyway. I guess that's the one thing this world can't provide for me...

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