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Saturday, February 10, 2007 . 3:15 AM

i don't want to hear anymore.

i don't like you.

i don't care.

i really hate you at times.

most times i just ignore you.

i don't understand you because i don't even want to.

i thank you for teaching me the harsh world.

i know you are oblivion of your influence on me.

it feels good to hurt you.

you irritate the shit out of me.

don't declare yourself as someone you are not cos i hate it











i know i won't lose anything if you are not there.








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too much free time, relief of stress from deadlines and presentations, recollection of thoughts and past events, possibility of breaking down..



too many things have been swept under the carpet that it has accumulated to such a great height, it's suffocating. thank you sayang for being there for me through out my mood swings..i needed that.


for those that affected my mood..just go away seriously.



On a happier note, picture updates up soon on gatherings, presentations, love affair and darling friends. =)




i have learnt that to heal, you have to hurt...


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