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Friday, August 04, 2006

it's one of those days again. i feel fucked. the world is like turning upside down. i force myself to sleep almost every night. the insomnia is nothing new i know, but it's just those fucking problems. i feel so insecure. i got to know my dad was jobless again. and somemore other external problems. and i hate it. everytime i try to sleep at night, they keep flashing through my mind. it was so different then when i used to have insomnia over tea overdose, and now there are actually some unresolved stuff coming back to haunt me. and there are some nights, and only recently, where tears fall. it has been a really long time since they last came out. crying over my own problems. boys do cry. i have been fucking moody lately and nowadays if im online sometimes, i wouldnt even reply or take a damn long time to reply. because i dont feel like talking to anyone. thankfully i have a blog to let out some feelings. but not all. some things will always remain bottled up. no way im revealing here. good night. i dont thiink i will ever be back to my usual happy blogging routine until the day i cheer up.
Purple Rose;
8:28 AM