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Saturday, April 2, 2011

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Felt like posting some stuff up but ok. Nah.
Personal feelings and problems and shit i don't wna talk about but wna write it somewhere but dont want people to see.
You know what i mean.
Trying to smile right after crying cos' i don't want idiots to worry.
Thinking about stuff that people dont even bother about.
Being nice right after knowing they don't even understand and don't even have the right to say shit about me.
Not gna elaborate cos' somehow people think i'm in the wrong for writing in my fucking online DIARY.

Some of the things i said arent even about you. If youre reading and feeling a pinch,
it proves that you have a guilty conscience and have done smtg wrong to me before, now, maybe in the future.
So eat shit and die.

Trust, love, forgive and forget. But you just don't feel the same way.


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