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Friday, March 20, 2009
wrong agn

i wna cry myself to death. everything is just so wrong. ive done so many wrong things. i just wna turn back time and change everything. all the shit that happened made me realise something.. never to trust anyone execpt your mother. i cant seem to put my thoughts into words. i wna cry but i cant get any tears out. im tired. tired from this life. i know pple will say its time i get a new onr. you think i havent tried? when he came into my life i thought 'hey,s time i put do my crazy life and start anew.' but when he left everything changed. all the promises shattered.eventually i went back to who iam. and from then on everything went down hill. life is beyong shit. for a entire month i was in absolute misery and i wanted to just cut off all the connections with the world. hide mysolf and be a social isolate. hide myself? impossible but i managed to become quite a social isolate. that very cut on my arm i didnt regret, i didnt even felt the pain at all. but that very scar reminded me about that dreadful period in my life. just like how pple get tattoos to rmb smthing.

i just needa do smth to distract myself.

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