under the light

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Monday, July 24, 2006

i'm scared of you.
i'm tired of you.
no one can help me.
i got to face you alone.
you messed up my life.
you messed up my mind.
you messed up my dreams.
you messed up my passion.

i dislike you.
i hate you.

stop toturing me.
my mind is in a whirl.
i'm in a dilemma.
you blame me for being incompetent.
i've reached my maximum.
i'm gonna snap.
i'm starting to run away.
Please.
I beg you.
dont.
make me suffer anymore.

my frens say i over worry.
my parents feel i'm not talking sense.
my teachers feel i'll be able to handle them.
i raise my hands HIGH up.
i surrender.
i give up.

but i still cant let go.
why.
becuz you, made me put my whole soul in.
i can no longer pull myself out.

some frens dont understand my worries.
they care only about them being alone and left out.
dont call me like it's my duty to be by your side when u need me,
only to kick me aside when you guys have patched up.
have u considered my feelings.
bloody rude you guys are.
seems not worthy of my frenship.
out of my sight.
dont come near me.
it's with people like you that the world is such a sad place.
you live in your unrealistic world.
i live in my practical world.

i found my new ambition.
a secretary i'll be.
all previous my aspirations were drenched.
not this one.
how about a nun.
tired of the strifes in the world.
i'm only 17 barely 18.
i cant handle now.
how about the future.

i want to fly.
fly as high as i can.
away
from whoever.
from wherever.
from whatever.

restrained by principles.
restrained by greed.
restrained by love.
when can i be freed?

9:53 PM

Fi- Fi-. C
to find a day where from then on
i would never need to lie again.

i really love vanilla.
for its straightforwardness

.mushiness with reality.

Irreplacable , unerasable memories.
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