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(May 28, 2010 - March 29, 2012)


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But You Won't Let Me
Friday, July 15, 20116:22 PM

Congratulations, to those people who succeeded in completely ruining me. You are awesome. Great even. I wouldn't have had any guts to do that to another person. But well, what can I say, you're different. You can make a person feel so insecure just by your cold stares and silent treatments. If ever someone comes up to me and wishes to botch their lives, I'll recommend you people big time. Because instead of taking drugs, you can make a person end up the same by your slow, but steady destruction of what they already have so far. 

I just wish, for the nth time, that you know. That you know what is happening to me. And that you know that you are a sure part of it. Because when the time comes that I won't be able to take it all in, at least we know who's partly to blame. You can find it all here. And maybe, if I get a dash of creativity, I might even make tapes, just like a book's protagonist did, in order for the people around her to be aware of their actions. At least, now, you know. 

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I Just Can't
Wednesday, June 9, 20101:08 PM

Sometimes, we just have to think that the world is a cruel place to be and it won't ever help us we need it the most. That's why at times, we can't help hating it. Because it never had mercy and it never cared. Why else would there be paupers in the street? Why does there have to be corrupt people everywhere? Why can't life be simple and serene for everybody? Why is there so much hurting to do? Why do these thing happen? I'm so tired of hearing about these things. I'm so tired of this feeling, I'm so tired of thinking everything is going to be all right when nothing is. I'm so tired of believing that there will be a silver lining. I'm so tired of believing that someone cares because if someone did, where are they now? I'm so tired of going on when nothing seems to be all right. I'm so tired of all the tears I've cried and every time my nose goes runny and my spirit taken into pieces. I'm so tired of pretending.

If only I could reveal myself and shout to the wind what I was feeling, I would do it. If I could tell someone I wish he or she would tell me that it's okay, he'll be there. I want comfort. I want peace. I just want to be happy. Everybody just wants to be happy. I hope someone would try to ease my pain. That will it all just go away. That all my hurt would just go away. I wish someone would understand. I hope I could heal myself. Please....



BLESSIE ANNE

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