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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Nothing seems to sooth my heart. I forced myself to actually watch a movie marathon and yet, nothing seems to make this frown turn into a smile. I just feel like screaming and running. Yea, i think i should run to let out of this anger/sadness. I should try that tomorrow since it's Friday night but for now, i forced myself to study. impressive huh? haha. you should be coz it's been long that i've touched my study table and my butt misses this comfortable white chair of mine. I don't really know what's bothering me. At first, i didn't think much about it then but now it does affect my life and i need my normal life back. Enough of lying and acting but how could i change all of this? i've come this far not to actually be the old, " easily mood-swing" girl. I swear, i don't wanna change back to being what i was before. It was a farewell for good to that. I don't know who to share it with. I don't trust anyone but .. oh my god, this hurts more. This shitty feeling. Should i run from the reality or just hide behind this wall? I swore, i won't cry when anyone speaks of him but i guess i broke my own promise. My eyes are just sweating after hours of staring at your pic.



-You don't really know how i feel huh? You act as if I'm okay. You act as if I'm alright. You act as if I'm not offended or is that you don't know that I'm just seriously hurt? you change the topic too fast without no answer and just say goodbye. Just Like that? F-. What was that all about? I tried to put myself in your shoe but i swear, i won't treat others like that. you told me you hate exclamation marks and you knew i was irritated but wth? You did nothing. You took the word "sorry" so easy and for granted. I guess, no one understands me, not even you. Maybe i was just a good actress for you till you're so gullible. I don't feel like I'm one of your M A I N P R I O R I T Y.