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Saturday, March 03, 2007

got back the results today.. i mean yesterday.. i've never stay up so late doing nothing before.

i am so not sure if i can say anything or should say anything now.
so in between so uncomfortable.
so nobody to talk to.
nobody suitable to talk to.
why must the human relationships be so freakin uncomfortable restrictive and secretive for me.
why cant there be just one person to spit everything to and be sure that the person is fine with it, and will understand and will just listen, just listen. and not have any views or opinions changed about the stuff i'm talking abt or even my character, myself.
wat the hell is with the insecurity.
i freakin hell cant stand it
am trying to change but the feeling doesnt go away.
the tugging feeling.
the sour feeling.


now.
i no longer want to grow up.
i no longer want to grow up.
i want to go back.
i want to be in sec3 sec4 when i didn;t have so much trash.
all i had was to study.
whatever. back then i had other problems too.
why cant there be a time when it's peaceful peaceful and i've nothing to think abt, all i need to pass time fruitfully and doing things that truly satisfy me.
how i wish i wasn't even born in this world.
it wouldnt make a difference wouldnt it.
it wouldnt. totally wouldnt.


3:21 AM


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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