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Trini's.
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CHIJ St. Nicholas Girls' School (Primary & Secondary)
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What is the difference between loving and liking?

Random musings

you pulled me back
caught me and left me hanging
in your pocket
you're my worst salvation, baby.
oh i wish i was not the one to walk away
to live life your way.

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Thursday, January 6, 2011

I hate the way I am so fucking much.
I hate the way I get so comfortable with some people, I show my affection, or whatever you want to call it, by stuff that makes it seem as if I don't like them anymore. I hate how I'm so careful with some of my closest friends. I hate how I'm so fucking short. so fucking fat. so fucking dumb. I hate how my life revolves around kpop, when i leave it, I don't what to do anymore. I hate how I procrastinate so much. I hate how I act as if I don't care, I don't feel anything, when in fact, I'm very much affected. I hate how I don't say anything about it and people assume that I'm okay with it. I hate how I'm sec 4, and i know nothing about secondary 3 math. I hate how I hate crying, because I try to hold my tears back, and I still end up crying under my blanket, my pillow getting wet. I hate how I think that I'm alone, that no one will be there for me. I hate how I think that people say 'I love you.' for fun, I don't exactly take it seriously.

I hate myself, honestly, sometimes I wonder, why do people make friends with me.