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Saturday, June 9, 2012 - 12:10 AM
Time check: 11:37
I don't really know what to do. Going through the same shit over and over again. Every fucking day.
Time check: 11:58
Staring in to blank spaces thinking about what I should do. Nothing comes to my mind. It just go... Blank. I feel like i am a let down. I feel like...I brought everyone down. I don't feel like a fighter anymore. I feel weak and selfish. Thinking back, if only... Maybe... But all impossible. I don't understand why. Why must we all grow up and be adults to face the cruel society? Why can't we just be like spongbob and friends? Just working at crabby patty. Facing the same people every single day but different story everyday. Happy-go-lucky. Why? It's not fair. All the pretty girls with great figures gets the best. They get the handsome boys, they get the rich guys, they get the clever man. It's not fair. They get jobs easier than us, they get money faster than us...
Time check: 12:12
Remember those times when every story has an "happily ever after"? When we fall and there's always someone there to pick us up? When we get hurt, there's always some one who protects and wipe our tears away? When we did something wrong but no one judge us? When love was always there for us? When snacks and candies were like money to us? I miss those times. I really do. I am not ready. Everything is totally opposite. Times are different. Good and bad. I feel frustrated.
Time check: 12:15

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