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Thursday, July 10, 2008



Eva says I must blog about wangwangwang and she spread her headache to meeeeee )': I think im falling sick.
We are having intellectual conversations with cheesy pick ups and war/love poemssssssssssss.
Eva, you're my only friend haha.


Clinging to something or to someone makes you feel more assured and secured. But, just like anything else, everything has an expiry date, everything's short term. You rely so much on this one thing, this one person, place it as the centre of your world. Then, suddenly the one thing or one person fails you, your world comes crashing down. You feel lost, abandoned, empty. This cycle happens again and again. Why oh why do you choose to hurt yourself this way? Why trust, why love, when you know it's going to fall apart someday? Fear of what the future will bring. Fear fear fear. Afraid of committing, afraid of not having commitment. Place all your effort, time and energy into something you know that will bear fruit, will you now?


I swear school brings on suicidal thoughts. I ask you now, was it worth it to give up just like that? I ask you now, would you still look back?

walking zombie says hello.