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Saturday, July 11, 2009

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Friday, July 10, 2009

Freak

I just shouted at my mom because she is ill, she haven't ate lunch and look at the time. Yet she is still taking her time to finish her work, instead of eating.

Tell me. Come on. You're at home. You are ill. You haven't even ate lunch. You ate bananas for lunch. Tell me is that what a sick person does?

You're going crazy over your workload. I am going crazy having a workholic as a mother. You claimed that you can never finish your workload. Of course, if you can, the company won't employ you then.

She shouted at me to 'ask' (DAMN IRONICALLY) whether I wanna eat. I don't care, I am full from maggi mee that I cooked myself. I don't like having my parents to eat alone, but come on. I am really fed up to the max.


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4298.) I've realized that I'm the one keeping myself from happiness. When things in my life are finally going okay, I overanalyze the small things until I being to hate my life again. I listen to a sad song, write a depressing poem, until I feel the aching in my chest again and cry myself to sleep.


Thursday, July 09, 2009

Some days are perfect 
And some simply could not get worse 
Some days it’s all worth it 
And some days this life is nothing but a curse 

And I wonder who will break first 

I am small 
I feel like no more than nothing at all 
But when I lose sight of daylight 
And my darkness falls 
I’ll be strong 
And if not now it won’t be long 
From when I lose sight of daylight 
And my hands are weak 
And my soul is tired 
Oh, I’ll give my love from the inside out

- Sara Bareilles


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Wednesday, July 08, 2009


Maybe my walls are brick, and his are stone,
but they exist, and we’re standing in our stupid, 
lonely houses yelling across to each other. 
And it’s too far across to hold hands. 

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