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    Sometimes, life got boring.

    At those times, I humored myself with the thought that what I was missing was a person barging in my life and messing it up.

    At the same time, I thought my first reaction to someone who would actually do that was beating the crap out of them.

    And so, that's how the daydreamer and the realist in me started their feud.

    It was entertaining in its own way, and my boredom receded.

    But in the end, I was left wondering, how long could I continue to be this childish?
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    Life is moving us forward. Time is growing us apart. Nevertheless, no matter where you are, what your feeling is, dearest cousins/childhood friends/friends, may your days be merry and bright, and hmm.... maybe with not too many white Christmases though, snow isn't good for you(r driving skills) :P

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    I remembered listening to this song since I was in 9th or 10th grade. Mentality wise, I don’t think I’ve changed much. I can’t stand living depended on someone else. The feeling that my life isn’t in my hand really scare me, a large part of it is already being controlled by rule of society, if the leftovers were handed to someone else, I really would rather die. I don’t understand the fun in “being taken care of,” or the joy of “being enveloped and embraced by firm arms.” So Please don’t force your joys on me and telling me to “settle down.” Stop saying that I am “too independent” as if it’s a bad thing. Don’t use the differences in our mindset to accuse me of “being stubborn.” If you are happy with what you have, I’m happy for you. But don’t ever, EVER, tell me to quit my job to get married and let the nonexistent husband take care of me.



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    I thought about her.

    I think about her.

    And I keep on thinking about her.

    Thinking about the past, the present, about how the past could only look beautiful because of it is the past, and about how the blurry present will become nostalgic past one day.

    I feel every fiber of my being getting exhausted because of these thoughts.

    Once again, I know I will make the same mistake of letting things go easily in the moment of tiredness.

    I know. I want to get a hold of myself.

    But, it feels so empty, so drained.

    Once again, I found myself acting spoiled and looking for an easy way out.

    So I think about her.

    And then some others who had recently left the Earth.

    Yeah...I think I wanted to be depressed.

    The guilt towards her make me want to kill myself.

    But even that is just emptied words.

    I missed her. I hate this reality. I hate everything. Myself most of all.

    But this feeling is something I don’t want to share.

    Not that I cannot. I DO NOT want to talk about it with anyone.

    I don’t know what I seek in others.

    I don’t know what I expected from them.

    What I do know, is that I absolutely hate it when someone said “yeah, I can understand your feelings.”

    Maybe I wanted my feeling to be unique. Maybe it is a type of vanity.

    However,

    Just how conceited do you have to be to claim that you can understand others? To see through their thoughts and telepathically with their hearts?

    I know this feeling of mine is pretty juvenile, like a teenager at rebellious age claiming others do not understand them.

    That’s why my action of keeping everything to myself is juvenile too.

    But I cannot help what I hate and loathe.

    So I’d rather be juvenile than receiving fake sympathies from others because they want a way to prove superior.


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