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Saturday, May 23, 2009
friday was like tuesday. i wonder how many times I must go through this.
one moment i was happy, something that hasn't been visiting for a long time i think. then i was sucked down into this bottomless vaccuum, with nothing but melancholy.
my parents are the triggers.
i am sick of them.
i think they are sick of me too. with my gloomy face and zero appetite for any food.
what they did not realise was that i was smiling when i was at the doorstep yesterday night. then, all that was left was..
i dont know.
tears?
i should not be happy anymore. there will always be something big enough to shatter me into bits again after my short-lived happiness.
sad.

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bye.

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yours truly.

I
have
gone
to
somewhere
you
don't
know.


stuffs.


goodbye.


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