At this pretty normal age of sensibility striking into me, why do i sometimes feel i am yet growing in to this barbie doll each day who longs for those hard core knocks of love entering into my mind? I agree and confirm yet another time that ive always been that cheesy sort who would fall at every step of sanity with a little thunder going into my veins. A look from a corner, an eye for an eye, crap.....!! I won't really appreciate thinking of the rubbish i might have gone through, thanks to the reservations i once had about being a random girl, i always had this hunch in my mind that i am not some girl next door. I had to be different, yet far from reach and eventually i ended up being so out of everyone's mind. Good for me. I am running short of places to fill with unwanted people. I still feel the same though, but with a changed perception. I might have given endless chances to people at different times but that's purely because i was seeing the situation from their end ...