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Wednesday, July 28, 2010 10:28 PM

fuck life. fuck routine. fuck not giving a shit about anything.
fuck being stuck in the same place.
fuck feeling like i am wasting my life.
fuck feeling awkward and inadequate.
fuck feeling like giving up
fuck being this young and feel like ive already shriveled and died.
fuck the emptiness that holds over me.
fuck anger. fuck bitterness.
fuck not being numb enough.
fuck this song that's stuck in my head.
fuck trends. fuck stereotypes.
fuck self-loathing. fuck feelings,
fuck reasons.
fuck emotions.
fuck dilemma
fuck that im different.
fuck that i couldn't sleep well everynight.
fuck it hurts.
fuck you are not here.
fuck promises.
fuck tears
fuck PMS
fuck my leg that is aching
fuck that im still exist.
fuck not making any sense.
the most importantly, fuck my life.


sigh. my leg aching. badly. i couldnt barely walk. fuck that.
fuck PMS for causing all this.
sigh. woke up and check my phone. i received 5 new msg bt none is from you.
shagged. weak. break down. cry.
only god knws wt's happening in my life.
everynight before i close my eyes.
i'll always pray to god.
pls god, answer to prayers.
sigh.

woke up without any hopes and straight to the bathroom.
bathe.


breakfast together with family. and there they go make me cry. told me this and that. treating me like im still kiddo.
fuck it. why cant you guys understand me?!

and nw im blab-ing in my blog like somebody would read it. like somebody care.

i still cant believe that this is happening.
he is not mine.
nt near.

there you go, history repeat itself again.
fuck that.

and fuck. i cant check my formspring -.- urghhh!



ahhh fuck life.

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