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Friday, March 26, 2010

why do they always hurt this fragile heart?
why do we have to sacrifice for the one we love most?
why do we have to be emotional in this?
why do we have to go through this?
why do we have to be hurt?
why do we have to hurt?
why do we have to think about this feeling?
why do we have to even bother of what they have done?
why why why why why why why

questions... but no answer to it.

i never wanted to hurt you.
i never wanted to be hurt either.
its hurting me to hurt you.
trust me, my friend, it is.






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Thursday, March 18, 2010

things been depressing for me this few weeks. i have tried to avoid unwanted incident but it just wont go away. its hard though but im trying. being the person whom going thru this making me feel how hard it is to be in this state. i dun believe time would heal all wounds. if it is true, how come i've alwaz feel miserable at times when im alone, thinking  ( at that moment ) all my sorrow would "fly away" like those wind, passing us freely. whenever this feeling comes, i would smoke and smoke, thinking that the pain would go away like the smoke that come out from those stick i've smoked. but it isnt. it stuck here..deep down inside. i would rather living in those world... where life were never felt this hard. having going thru this situation, i din knw what exactly i have to do. to shout? to shut myself from the outside world? to share? smiling.. all the way thru my daily life, making me feel as if im a hypocrite to myself. how could i ever think that being smiley could chased all the pain away... none will stay... maybe its just one of those day when i feel i could shut myself from my surroundings... if only i could. sometimes i feel ( at that moment ) to dig a hole, and buried myself in and hide. far away from all this pain that are unbearable. im vulnerable. maybe though. im stupid. maybe though too. hmm...






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