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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Monday, September 13, 2010

thanks )':

It was suppose to be perfect but despite my high hopes since the starting of the year, none of my wish has been granted. Tired of hoping and wishing hard upon the stars coz in the end, it all come to be having the same fuckin result. Apart from all the shitts that happened today, yesterday or whenever, I feel so stupid. I THOUGHT that I was your shoulder for you to cry on, I thought that I was the one who cure your aching heart. I tried my best to be the only one you could see. I have small, red panda-ish eyes, my cough is nuisance and my nose is having it's running marathon. You saw how horrible I looked and when i thought you would run after me, I was wrong. I was left crying by my fuckin' self without anyone asking me why or what's up. This day means a lot to me. If it doesn't to you then you can jolly well say farewell. You made it sound like as if I don't understand ya. Like I'm an egoistic kind of person. Don't make me talk about the past coz you've seen how much suffering I went through. Maybe this year is my second worst year. And i thought we're gonna make it through till the end. No. I'm battling in this field alone. I just wanna be happy):