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Monday, May 07, 2007 || 9:20 PM
It's not very pleasant, in my opinion.
I was once this carefree guy, who never knew what was depression and what was stress. I never knew that there were people out there suffering all the while.
I never knew that there were bad friends either. Everyone just seemed pretty relaxed and happy to be with me.
But since when has this thought finally perished?
Maybe today. I never knew that behind those seemingly happy faces hide a true interior, a snide grin and laughing all the while.
Who can I trust,
really?
I sat by myself on the bus back home today, my mind getting heavier and heavier with every minute.
I shed a lone tear on the bus too. And nobody knew.
I really wished I could have more faith.
Judging from today, what you all did, maybe it's time I thought again.
I have tried to be a better person, to feel for you, to care.
But no.
You all decided to play on my weakness, and continue biting.
And I see no reason in playing the angel when all of you hold a forked spear each.
It's just not fair, seriously.
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