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Break free.

Monday, October 8, 2012|0 note(s)

从前是两个人两个人多认真
一年後却像两个陌生人..

Hi! Im back. #nowplaying - yi ge ren.
Eng, chinese, ss, maths down! After thursday, im going to free myself.

There is a place deep, deep inside every person that is hidden and hard to find. If things get bad enough and life gets too hard, though, some people will go to that place and never come back from it. Certainly, all outward appearances will suggest otherwise. They will look as they always did. They may even act somewhat like their old selves, but the truth is, the real truth is that they are hiding in this place deep inside where no one can touch or hurt them any more. There's no point in turning back anymore.

True love, lasts forever. Maybe ours are just infatuation.. I still want you.

I'm too sick and tired of all this shits.. I don't want to tolerate anymore. I didn't know, people were so unforgiving, i didn't know i had to tolerate shits from people yet they don't tolerate mine...

You always win.

I am not sad. I am not sad. I think of myself over and over. Making sure the truth is not apparent. Lying to myself to make my lie more convincing to others. Lying until it isn't even a lie anymore, but the truth. The only thing worse than being sad is having others know you are sad. Every morning I wake up thinking the day will be better than the one before. And every night I go to sleep with the same broken promises on my mind, a heavy heart. And as the day progresses, I find myself wishing to be someone else. Somewhere else. Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true. That aren’t really how we feel. But they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about. It’d drive you insane. What’s true? What’s not? A million ideas, but what do they mean?

Trust me, this time i wont beg you anymore.
I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word of them, so at the end you’re depleted of all that was once as precious to you, as close to you as your skin - everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone - and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you? Im sorry readers, if sometimes my posts are irrelevant. Or they're just plain bullshit. Hopefull i'll have something better next post.

Anything left here, would be me and teddy.. right?

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