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life is fiction.
how to eliminate rumours? go straight to the source. what if the source refuses to be interviewed? go to the next available source. and fortunately, the next available source is available to be interviewed. yay.
the truth always hurts. without fail. trust me. sometimes you wish that you don't know the truth. but there is that little voice inside your head that demands some answers. you have to fulfill the demands. heck, when you have lost it all, you have got nothing else to lose. so fuck it.
so here comes the truth. you ask questions that you want answers to. and you get the answers. the truth punches you in the face, kicks you in the groin. ouch. and double ouch. you feel like the pain is..infinity. you wish upon the stars to take away all your pain, all your sorrows. end this. end this right now. your wishes, unanswered.
the world around you starts to collapse. everything just collapse. you can't breathe. you can't think. you're numb. you can't feel anything. suddenly you feel you are alone in this cruel world. why owh why is this happening to you, you might think. what did you do to deserve such beatings? you're in pain, yet, you feel nothing.
you lay there, in pain for thousands of years. thinking, and looking back. you desperately want to believe again. you want to feel again. you want to feel the air blowing in your face. you want to smell the flowers. you are dying to feel. just to feel..anything..anything at all.
to have something precious taken away from you. to have the one thing that you believe in, betrayed you. to have..nothing, after all that you have done. all you could do now is hope and pray. hope and pray that karma will play it's role.
pray. that you will be able to keep it all inside. keep all the pain, all the sorrows, keep everything inside. pray that one day, it will all burst, for the worst. what is being nice, when all you get are beatings, insults, betrayal, pain?
ignore your environment. ignore your conscience. ignore everything that you have ever known and believed in. ignore all that. but keep in mind, of the pain that you endured. and maybe one day, you too, can hold a grudge. you too, could hate. you too, could have your vengence.
you're confused and you're hurt. the truth, always hurts. the truth hurts so much, that you wished that you would end up dead. but you didn't die. you survived. and what doesn't kill you, they say, makes you stronger. much much stronger.
how to eliminate rumours? go straight to the source. what if the source refuses to be interviewed? go to the next available source. and fortunately, the next available source is available to be interviewed. yay.
the truth always hurts. without fail. trust me. sometimes you wish that you don't know the truth. but there is that little voice inside your head that demands some answers. you have to fulfill the demands. heck, when you have lost it all, you have got nothing else to lose. so fuck it.
so here comes the truth. you ask questions that you want answers to. and you get the answers. the truth punches you in the face, kicks you in the groin. ouch. and double ouch. you feel like the pain is..infinity. you wish upon the stars to take away all your pain, all your sorrows. end this. end this right now. your wishes, unanswered.
the world around you starts to collapse. everything just collapse. you can't breathe. you can't think. you're numb. you can't feel anything. suddenly you feel you are alone in this cruel world. why owh why is this happening to you, you might think. what did you do to deserve such beatings? you're in pain, yet, you feel nothing.
you lay there, in pain for thousands of years. thinking, and looking back. you desperately want to believe again. you want to feel again. you want to feel the air blowing in your face. you want to smell the flowers. you are dying to feel. just to feel..anything..anything at all.
to have something precious taken away from you. to have the one thing that you believe in, betrayed you. to have..nothing, after all that you have done. all you could do now is hope and pray. hope and pray that karma will play it's role.
pray. that you will be able to keep it all inside. keep all the pain, all the sorrows, keep everything inside. pray that one day, it will all burst, for the worst. what is being nice, when all you get are beatings, insults, betrayal, pain?
ignore your environment. ignore your conscience. ignore everything that you have ever known and believed in. ignore all that. but keep in mind, of the pain that you endured. and maybe one day, you too, can hold a grudge. you too, could hate. you too, could have your vengence.
you're confused and you're hurt. the truth, always hurts. the truth hurts so much, that you wished that you would end up dead. but you didn't die. you survived. and what doesn't kill you, they say, makes you stronger. much much stronger.
ok ok . so she wrote this on Monday, September 04, 2006 at 9/04/2006 08:40:00 PM.
so uhm. wanna comment?
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owh yeah.
by saying sorry millions of times doesn't change anything.
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