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Sunday, November 20, 2005
Days of my life.
Relentlessly life has been in monotone. Like live ea day by day and night, questioning myself of the fears i couldnt let go, my worries towards my family that keep haunting me whenever my evil me strikes. This evil me isnt that bad actually, it keeps me on track of reality, to be limitless responsible towards my family's safety & happiness whereas the angel one took such a long break already. The angel expects me to be too nice, thinks ea negativity positively, breathe the air take a stroll, hey life's isnt that perfect..!.
Yeah, life isnt but i believe in fact the flowers are blooming well in pungent fertilisers. I've yet to smell those flowers where i'll feel carefree, loose and happy. What's really life for me now are fixing my family issues and trusting ppl as in strangers, big tyme! wat the heck rite.
I do not even trust my r/s with some1 who calls me love. So fish off for throwing me qns bt that. I'm still able to survive w/o having a partner. Im breathing perfectly well with my new found love, love which doesnt have to mushy2, holding hands or a smooching one. Pure love, i'll call it.