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Thursday, October 27, 2005

argh.
its so frustrating.
like alvin said,im never angry,
but now im so frustrated.
how i wish i can be angry.
so that i could vent it all out.
but NOOOOOOO.
and theres ppl still bothering me.
when im already on the verge of breaking.
cant they like,care?
even if they dun wan to,cant they gimme some space?
to breathe and space out?
grrrrrrrrrr.
im pulling out my hair.
its never good enough.
it doesnt even matter trying.
im facing rejection from everything.
living proof of pessimism.
*slides back into angst and autistic form*


I held your hand at 1:18 PM