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Monday, October 30, 2006
...you're just mad because the world refuse to stop spinning when you die! that other people will have parties and laugh outloud even as they lower you to the ground! you're not morose about death. you just hate that the world doesn't keel over and die too when it is your turn to go. you're selfish. in your crazy little made up world, there is no one more important than yourself.
you're not alone because you choose to be. little miss denial. you crave for company. you're lonely. but you're arrogant. you pretend to hide behind those pile of books but you're not even reading, are you? i know you. all you do is feel sorry for yourself. all those stories bleed into you and they keep you alive like a drug. you only live when you're in control. you designed some fiction world where Sarah still hangs out with us, where you win all the poetry slams, where people need you, where i love you. poor little miss denial. when are you going to realise you are nothing. nothing nothing nothing nothing. when are you going to realise you are more than you give yourself credit for?
honesty is an ugly and bitter medicine. but that is how one knows which friends are true. so, thank you. thank you.
Posted by NHJ
10/30/2006 06:29:00 pm
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