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i hate myself... really.
i have fallen into a deep hole. where temptations are surrounding me.
n i made a wrong step and fall into the trap of the evil ones.
i cry out to the Lord. but He didn't respond to my calls.
i felt hopeless. i gave up hope on myself.
im at the dead end. no more turning back for me..
the damage is done. n its beyond repair.
my tear ducts are dried up.
sometimes i thk tt im jus so immature.
cant i differentiate whats right and wats not?
but how i behaved yesterday was definitely not me..
aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh~ i duno.
i wanna turn back but.... i noe if i turn back it is not going to be the same anyways.
ppl will still wear the tinted spectacles to look at me.
thank God i still have him to talk to me. to console mi.
but he's hers. n im not supposed to talk to him.
but toking to him really makes mi feel better.
he places her behind God. at least she stands a place in his heart.
mi? fat hope... n he's leaving... i dun wanna thk.
i jus wanna slp n nv wake up again. put these pains and sorrows bhind mi and slp forever.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
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