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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating

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Jean, 29091988


I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live.
— Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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Wednesday, April 01, 2009

After i brought up the topic with you, you kept silent throughout the night, not breathing any single word more on the issue, you chose to smoke it over. Thats you. You knew what was wrong, but you kept feigning ignorance. Blame it on your over-not-sensativeness and blame it on my over-sensativeness. But I just cant trust you on this. KL trip? have fun.

Speak about 'will gain my trust back again', speak about 'will think before i speak next time', speak about 'sorry for not considering your feelings'. Blindly, I could just named all these out. What about you. what had you fulfilled till this point? I really appreciate it for fetching me down to A&E (after a tiff apparently), but you were so soundly asleep throughout the few hours beside me, seriously does it makes any difference with me taking a cab down myself from home? I cant even tell you that Im in pain. then?

This weekend, ima going to drink, get drunk and get wasted before everything blew off my mind. DSB would be my great companions.

So, please stop taking me, my patience and my love for granted.

I just puked out all the food i had this morning. thumbs up!
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay