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Friday, January 17, 2014 10:58 PM 0 Comment(s)

Not everything has to mean something. Sometimes you have to accept the fact that things are the way they are.
What's wrong? I couldn't put a finger to it, it's nothing, or so I say. It probably was nothing and I was just over-thinking it, as usual. There's probably no meaning to those things, no meanings, no meanings but why do I hope...? I should not start with this again, all this dilemmas and getting all those anxiety monsters eating me up. I just keep breaking things, make things turn sour, and hurt people. Over and over I tell myself, zero expectations. zero expectations. Expect nothing, I don't even have the right to expect something from them when all I do is neglect and hurt them. Like a convenience store, I only go when I need something, push them away as easily. Someone like me isn't worth your time. Go back before you hurt yourself again. I'm the type to feel worse thinking you're in pain, cause of me. It's a even more bitter feeling than me getting hurt.

Rain check. Rain is falling... on my face. It's nothing but I couldn't stop over-thinking stuffs. Like I'll never be happy anymore. I hope you'll be happy, though. Everyone else did, after me. Don't come back. I have a weak soul so I wouldn't be able to do it again. 

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you.

Signing off, F.


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