“It's all about you.”
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Monday, March 29, 2010 || 10:16 PM
Don't worry about me, I was born to be a punchbag.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010 || 10:04 PM
I want to be more than just a chess piece in this game of truths and lies.
Monday, March 15, 2010 || 9:17 PM
The reason behind relying on myself as much as possible? Saving myself from frustration and disappointment when the help requested from others sometimes just don't come your way.
Monday, March 08, 2010 || 11:20 PM
Jaded.
Saturday, March 06, 2010 || 8:44 PM
Within 7 short months, I realise how fragile things can be if not taken care of.
True, there are some things that you just have to give in to and let go. After all, we can't have everything we want in life. But it just happens to make one appreciate things so much more, no? More and more, I find myself wondering if this fight is worth bleeding for. A world without strangers, a life free from problems.
Yeah, I suppose it's worth it.
Wednesday, March 03, 2010 || 10:33 PM
And why should I be scolded by my mother for decisions made by my mother that don't seem to work out in the end? My fault that I listened to the decisions made by my mother in the first place? My fault that I toed the rules set down by my mother in the first place?
If it's a rebel you want, it's a rebel you will get then. I don't see myself being as patient as I was previously any longer with survival instincts coming to life in this oh-now-I-see-that-this-is-really-harsh world. I've had enough.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010 || 11:21 PM
Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
