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Sunday, May 28, 2006

I trust my pen and paper more than i trust people. If i could wedge myself in between the pages of a book, i would. If i could crumple myself up like a ball of paper, i would. If i could drown myself in the inkpot, i would. Hell, i would stab myself with a fountain pen and put myself in the paper shredder machine. Or like he suggested, squeeze yourself into the photocopying machine in an attempt to commit suicide. Haha i can't imagine how feasible that would be, but that'd be so... sad. Death by photocopying.

Point is, sometimes however, i just need the human touch. Family, to be specific. But family is the most dysfunctional organization, if you think about it. Yes it is, please don't try to beg to differ. Sometimes they do just the opposite of what you want. They fuel your nagging headaches. So bad you want to burn the first kitten you see.

It's one thing having to fend off unwanted attentions just when you're happily farting the world go by, it's another when you're not having the support and understanding you rightly deserve or politely requested for.

Damn okay. I'm shameless but i can feel embarrassment just like anyone else. And why won't you respect the fact that i do not wish for my problems to be known to the entire world (or even the sister) because i am embarrassed. I am too sleepy to continue. I'll come back later.

This is so bitch. So bitch.

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fara // 02:03






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