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littlest thing - lily allen
Saturday, April 18, 2009

im feeling not so me now.
i dont know why.

ive been feeling really weird of late.
keep stuffs to myself, getting really bad mood
swings. just feel like screaming my lungs out
to people i detest in sight. having emotional
breakdown especially at night.


it hurts being in this phase.


i envy people who have loads of friends.
i dont. im a boring tart. ive no fond memories
of my secondary school life either. i think
they suck the most. those hatred still buries
deep in me. where trust is a huge issue
at that point of time, but people still
chose to betray you and shit like that.


but i believe that she might already
moved on. it irks me seeing her, so carefree
as thou she doesnt have that heart. someone
i hate to the max now. its like, youre in the wrong,
you dont feel guilty at all, youre just inhuman.


that aside. im feeling the pain, two years ago.
its coming back, that stupid lump.
sigh and my groaning falls on deaf ear.
if ive the cash right now, i would have go to
the doctors, the thing is now, my mom's ignoring
my pain. sometimes, my family are just arses.


i felt so unwanted. feeling all the pain by myself
where like nobody actually cares. it sucks. and when
youre family doesnt give a shit about it, you wished your
boyfriend could do something. BOYFRIEND?
my arse. see, this is the reason why,
i always wish im attached.


im tired, i just ferel like crying my hearts out.

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