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Tuesday, March 6, 2012, 11:44 PM
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Well I'm not jealous alright? Maybe used to all those nonsense already.


Well I'm not angry either. Used to those crap and being the joke. Besides, I'm forever being bullied. Haha. Whatever on that la huh.


I'm not upset, probably disappointed. For what? I shouldn't be..


Hey. Can't I just be normal. Why the tinge. Can't I just feel normal. Why the sting.


I'm not emo... Just tired of all these things. Enough is enough la.


Stress+bully+crap+ooolala=#sianjipua


Everywhere's dangerous. I'm frightening people away. People are scared of me. What am I, a monster? No anger management perhaps.


I used to be a "dog" people pleaser. Now that I learn to say no, people say I change.


I state a simple comment of my thought, people say I emo without asking and assuming. They may ask. I might have rejected. But what's wrong with my flesh. Why isit against God. Sigh....


I have fun in school, but at home, I'm different. Isit the two-faced again.


We have no mutual trust. I'm afraid you tell her, you know I'll blab to my friends. There's no trust in this. So how? I've no idea. Any idea? Well... As long as my emotional attachment is gone, it should be fine. You just gotta be who you are. You're not the problem. I cause my own problem, I resolve it. With God? I don't know. Really don't.


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