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July 19, 2008
clare posted at 3:55 AM

Realised that im not the only one who feels down.
almost everyone else is too.. and that sucks.
To me, sec sch is the best thing that ever happened.

i've learnt my lessons regarding matters of the heart.
and i'm setting new resolutions.
door locked, and fence built.

Now, when i see that bastard, im so angry, i just want to punch him and scream at him
for being the male chauvinistic pig that he is.
To him, the world is his stage. His life, the script. and him, the protagonist.
fuck hell no!
are you gloating at the way things are now.
i've seen the smug looks you give and i would give anything for you to wake your senses and to wipe that perpetual smirk off your face.
now,when i look at you, i dont find any of the reasons i had when i liked you anymore.
You, are nothing but reduced to ashes in a part of my brain now.

and after this post, i feel this big load off my chest..
to finally let go of an emotional baggage, feels good. (:
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