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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
in a corner and stuck
Friday, April 27, 2007 | 9:53 pm

somehow, i just feel that the whole world is against me now. i have doubts. and i feel doubted with.
you, your best friends, your friends, your boyfriend, your girlfriend, your clique, your sister, your brother, your parents, your pet, your neighbour, your enemy. just everyone. i don't trust who and what i trust anymore.

i have flu and it's pissing me off.
i have headache, suffering from head explosions and i feel giddy.
i have crams, suffering from crimson attacks and i feel weak.
i have sore throat and i cough till my head hurts.
i have watery eyes and i can't see well.
i don't need you readers to pity me because i can't pity you as much because i don't know what the hell you are going through. and if you're fine, then, god bless your soul.

p.s: what is waking up on a saturday without the faces you long look at and the words&sounds you need to hear. tomorrow, i live without a motive.