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14 December 2005

just read something and am hearing something. well, suddenly i thought maybe i really haven't been thinking from others point of view. actually, i don't know. but i always think it's pretty unfair to hide what you are thinking. i don't know how to go about doing something. and then i got to read something and maybe it's true, i don't know who is he and how things are. i really wish someone was here now. i need their big hugs. really. i hate to see things like that. maybe i'm forcing too much.

i'll let go if you tell me so.
i'd have known you if you told me more about your feelings.
i'm something you deserve.
the world's not real; everything's a facade. if only you know how you feel.
don't be torn between reality and dreams; go with your brains not your heart.
don't turn your back against me.
let me understand you.
if you know what you are going through and wonder how this love could be good then let me go.

suddenly, i feel bad and sorry for what's happening. they say the song you like now reflects what you think. i've been reproaching myself and wonder if i really knew him. maybe love is really a process. i feel ashamed of myself. i've reached a decision but i don't know who to tell.

11:14 AM


wendy
twenteen
sajc uoL



when the tough gets going
just keep walking