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Monday, March 26, 2007
Fill this one right


These few days been really tiring and busy. First Czums, then NPST, then work. Every Czums meeting held, it's not being a bastard or what, but I tried to make everyone come for the meeting, so nobody misses out on nothing. But after a while, it's kinda fucked to know that people aren't coming cos of work, blah and what nots. I'm not blaming. Czums stand with or without the presence of some at meetings. We all have our own lives to lead. Attempts to earn a 'Great job done' just leaves me nowhere. Failing as a CGL brings me and my hopes even lower. Responsibilities pile themselves up one by one, making every single one met near impossible. With these enough to make me run wild, I can't keep my mind away from unwanted thoughts, thoughts that just leave me in tears. I can tell Mr Abuser that emo is bad, I can tell Mestie to quit talking to jerks but what can I tell myself. Somehow, repeating the same things in my head don't work. They just don't. Time spent crying over spilt milk could be used to do so many things. But when this feeling kicks in, what can we do. You can tell me, she can tell him, he can tell her we all move on in life. I know that theory too cos I've heard that a thousand and one times. Application is too much to take. I can picture myself fainting in 5. Just shoot it. Life's taking one big turn I don't know why. Accusations are thrown about for no giraffe reasons. People whom you trusted are no longer in the circle. Friends whom you thought were, they are not there to back you up. I'm not being emo, just vomitting everything out. Vomitting. I really want to move on. How am I going to do so with you walking to and fro my mind.

IM FUCKING TIRED.


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