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ooh-la-la.
i hasten to laugh at everything
for fear of being obliged to weep
laughters and tears are both reponses
to fustration and exhaustion
laughter gives us distance
it allows us to step back from an event
deal with it and then move on
but i too believe those who don't know
how to weep with their whole heart
don't know how to laugh either.
one of the worse feelings in the entire world is knowing that you arent good enough,
what's even worse is knowing at the same time that you'll never be.
Friday, March 25, 2005
im so pissed. damn pissed.
wat de hell man. wats de point of having friends?
kaox. friends are for making a fool out of myself.
damn. damn all people who treated me like an idiot.
im might not be de best friend, but damn all those "friends" who took me for granted.
and i seriously mean DAMN!
i had enough man. enough of all these f*cking bullshit.
u wan me to be happy when u r treating me like a dirt? crap.
all these so-called "friends". they dun treat me like a "friend" at all.
they dun even treat me like a living thing.
alright, so wat if im a walking dead?
even corpse has feelings. they can feel. damn.
maybe im juz kicking a fuss.
but listen, all these so-called "friends" caused me to be a cynic. f*ck.
i'll remain skeptical until someone convince me tt they're true.
u wan me to be a bitch? fine. i will be a BITCH.
let see who get bitch-ier. damn.
u wan me to collapse? dreams on.
damn. i swear to survive.
*i wont be alone. || 12:07 AM
she is she, nobody but SHE.
maybelyn.
18 november.
and...
she belongs to nowhere.
she loves...
she wishes for...
she doesnt know, either.
understand;
maybelyn;
speak;
mingle;
reminisce;
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