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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?

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Tuesday, February 16, 2010
You never loved me,you never did,you never will.

Hi. (12.18 p.m)

Today's Tuesday. Time passes by so quickly. Luckily,today there's no school. I should be having DNT with that botak teacher right now..Haha..Now,I'm facebooking. Geez,someone is really pissing me off. If I blog about it,she'll get pissed,mad bla bla. Nvm,I don't wanna talk about this shit.

Now,I'm stuck at home. Parents went out. And idk what to do. Ok I'm starving...I wanna go to the Indian shop near my house and buy chicken curry ah.
And fck,there's school tmr. Didn't even do my homework. Seriously,I really want the old me back. I've really changed.. : ( Urgh fck it la..I wanna enjoy myself today. I don't wanna get angry anymore..

Alright,gonna buy the chicken curry now. And no,I'm not going to make fun of the Indian worker. ; )
Bye.

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But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay