My Diary 2003

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Sunday, November 01, 2009

Tired

It’s almost a month
But it’s still constantly bugging
I’m getting sick of this nonsense
And I can’t stop thinking about it

To be ignored by someone you like
Maybe not even like
But someone whom you care
Is painful
Really painful

And to put up a false front
To behave like everything doesn’t matter
Even more painful
But all for the sake of it all not blowing out of proportion

How nice if we could all read each other’s minds
How am I supposed to let go?
Teach me

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