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| tears dried in my eyes before i was finally able to sleep yesterday. i have sulk to depression again. i was praying i'd just die. self-pity. "Emo" stuff. i couldn't shake it off for some reason. it was the first time i had touched reality after a very long time. i thought i could handle having the past close behind all at once. it turned out they all have moved on. and i haven't. or maybe i should say, they all are happy now some way or another and i'm not. they have found love, finally and i have not. i was never even close. so i invited an old friend over to my apartment today, because i felt like going crazy today. i realized i really need that human touch. i didn't exactly enjoy it, in fact i didn't open the door until after 15 minutes of him standing outside knocking the door calling my name. i am crazy, all right. it's depressing to know they don't take you seriously. |
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Name: the chain-smoking loser
Home: cainta, rizal, Philippines
Moi!: i'm uhhh.. chain smoking loser
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