I did stupid things.

I did them.

Yes I did.

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I need to blame something for every thing that happen. Someone. Something. Some…particle need to be responsible for everything that happen. I’m just stuck to a point where there seems to be nothing to blame, no one to point my fingers to. I think I deserve to be angry. But then I feel like I’ve already forgiven and understood why things happened. 

I want something to blame.

It’s like you can’t do anything but regret and regret it. It’s like there’s no room to be angry because you’ve decided to try to let go and forgive. Is it my fault to not blame? Is it my fault to want to try to let go and forgive something? Is it my fault?

Where’s the justice. I can’t just suffer and suffer. 

I deserve to blame. I deserve it.

When I grow older, I’ll have you in my house. I won’t grow your fur so long. I’ll have two of you so you have each other. I think you’re very cute. <3

CRUELTY CRUELTY CRUELTY CRUELTY

Today was fun. 

However, I can’t breath through my nose.

My heart hurts when I feel like I don’t matter. I hate this feeling and I don’t want to feel this way. It’s like things are happening again. For the second time. SECOND time. It’s like as if the first time wasn’t bad enough. 

My brain hates this. My heart is too stupid to do the same.

Dear someone,
I know that you might never read this.
I wish you well.
I know how hurt it can bite.
I know how it can turn your stomach inside out.
I wish you well, though.
I hope you’re okay.
-Me 

Yes. This morning I noticed that one of the novels I borrowed from a public library is missing. I usually carry 3 novels. There were two. I was concerned but I had to go to school. Throughout the day I panicked. Honestly. With evidence, memory, and all, I was 100% sure that I had brought all 3 novels home. So I thought, ah it must be at home somewhere. Well I went home today and found NOTHING. 

NOTHING. 

I was scared because I don’t usually lose things. 

But then my dad called. I was scared to tell him that I lost it. 

I asked him nicely, very very nicely, did you take my book?

He said, oh yeah I did because I had to renew it. 

Well, THANKS for not telling me. THANKS. So mean.

And he continued, well if I was mean, I wouldn’t have told you anything…

Worried for nothing.

I’m writing. Again. 

Today was really tiring because I went shopping for Siddhartha project with Sharin and Meron for about 2.5 hours. I don’t understand why it was so tiring but I’m exhausted at this moment.

Life has been very good to me. I’m loving every single minute of it. Besides now. I’m tired. But I like it too, I guess. 

I’ll probably write again. Tomorrow, maybe?

Should I get to the specifics? Nah. I’m too sleepy. 

Good night :]

I love this picture!

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Expression: GET THE F*** OUTTA MY FACE

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