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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010


02. Yes, prolly it is the only person I can seek for help. It does not makes a sound nor does it respond but it had helped me a lot especially when I need someone. It hears me. It is beautiful and has it's skin change almost each month. It usually has it's on tune but for now, it is mute. It records postive/negative/boring events and pictures. The first thing I do when I got myself into trouble is look at it. I had cried infront of it and also slept infront of it. It was the one who accompany me when no one is at home and it was the first before any other. I don't believed in expressing your feelings to others anymore. Well, I guess, things aren't meant to be spoken but just hear. That is how it is. I guess, I love It rather than anyone in this world. I have changed a lot and only It knows every difference in me from A to Z. I am very fragile when I am sensitive. I cry a lot though no one knows that. I keep telling people that I can handle things but actually, I am insecure about everything.


I guess you were right. Afterall, I am dumb right?