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Friday, May 19, 2006

it has come to a point when i can't hold on anymore. it's like everything's coming at the wrong moment. it's too much for me. i used to think i was strong, but it seems like i was wrong. i broke down and cried. until people who cared for me did not know what to do, like my friends, my mom. i'm seriously upset over this, not because of what she did or said. but her attitude. it's like i don't mind her telling us nicely, but what is fucking wrong with her? it's like she is supposed to lead us, guide us, she should understand us. why don't she be in our shoes. she thinks that our life's all about canoeing and canoeing? i have a life, and it's MY life. what can she do. fuck.what is wrong with the world. i don't want her telling me what to do, i don't want her bossing me around. i don't want her, controlling my life. she thinks just because she has the authority she can do all of these. it was until now i realised how much she has changed since i knew her. she vents her anger on us. it was not even our fault that she got angry. it was not even us that pissed her off, yet she scolded us, she vented her anger on us by yelling at us, by screaming at us. what the fuck is wrong with her.

sometimes i just feel like running across the expressway and see whether i can survive. but i'd rather die.

my heart still bleeds for you.




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and now the stars
aren't out tonight, but
neither are we,
to look up at them.
why does hello feel like goodbye?
these memories
can't replace
these wishes I wished
and dreams I chased.
take this broken heart,
and make it right.

when will you save me?



stabbed my heart.