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Sunday, February 08, 2009
allowed entry at 11:19 pm

What the bloody fish.

Games? I can play games.
I play games better than you ever could.
I thought I've changed to be a better person, but it looks like I'm still the same bitch I was 2 years ago.
My ego is bigger than a collective 10,000 guys' egos put together. Yes, I'm that much of a moron.
Nothing I did deserves this.
I've right your wrongs and now it's time you returned the favour.

I hate changes.
Changes and me, we've never gotten along well.
No matter how much I put up a strong front, I'd end up fucking running away.
I beat myself up for doing so but it happens time and time again.

I miss Alvin. I miss Marinah.
They've been my substitute parents for quite some time and them leaving was a smack in my face.
Home has never felt so un-homely before. Actually it always is.
But I've never felt so distanced like I do now.
I thank the people I have around me for keeping me quite sane, though noone knows what goes through my mind.
I think I'm gonna die from imploding veins in my brain.


Screw this.
I'm done trying to make myself a better person.