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Thursday, May 14, 2009
Last blogged @ 1:04 PM

I'm tired of living.
Everytime I try to trust, I fail.
Why?
I have inner voices that tells me not to trust him.
Are those hallucinations?
It's tiring.
So tiring it'll drive me nuts.
I cut 7 small slashes on my left arm.
The pain was there.
I am alive.
I felt relieved.
I'm so tired.
I forgot the meaning and spelling of trust.
I wish I lost my memory all over again.
I might feel better.
I've taken my pills but it's not taking effect.
I'm stll awake.

I just think of dying.
Like how I should end it all.
I know I'm foolish.
But I'm not doing it over a guy.
I just hate myself.
Sometimes I wish I can be like other people.
I really do.
Lead a very innocent and happy life.





Once the pain goes, I feel like having it back again.
I'm sorry if I dissappoint my friends and family.
I'm just feeling very stressed about my emotional condition.


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