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Typed this at |2/23/2008 06:22:00 PM| on Saturday, February 23, 2008

why did i lose control? why?

is it because i'm too selfish?

why?

i look like a wet pile of mess now.

i don't want to do anything except for venting my anger.

why?

there's no one to talk to, no one i trust enough for my feelings.

is this what happens when i keep it in for too long?

DISAPPOINTMENT, DAY AFTER DAY, WEEK AFTER WEEK. Why should I even bother doing all this logarithm, surds, freefall, all this shit, when all I face is disappointment?

I just want something to look forward to and have fun with. I wish for that day to come, without any regrets after and before.

Then again, CIRCUMSTANCES LIKE TO DESTROY OTHER'S HOPES AND DREAMS.

tough fucking luck.

once great leader

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