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♡ the littlest things that makes my life great: ZILCH.
Friday, November 6, 2009, 9:55 PM
My heart beats heavy.
My breath exhaled mist.
My mind's whirling like a hypersonic.
Unconsciously.
I feel anemic, powerless. Like I'm unable to do anything, even to defend for my own rights.
I'm sick of arguing back of what it is to which I would end up raising a white flag back on them instead.
But I'm tired of being The Martyr.
I really hate this moment of my life. I wish I was born where I'll never remember much less reminiscence the minus points of yesterdays. I really really really wish.
Lord.I feel awful. Downright awful.
Guess I just gotta sleep in and forget, what it might seemed like a major woes of my life.
Goodnight happy blov-vers<3