DONE

let me picture this. allow me to feel this, (step back. ..en-joy)

so. picture it.

you. just can't get it

and you do?

i thought you'd just...(slumps down to the ground)

sorry

you did not. (why?-

WHAT?

im tired of that question

i don't get you

you do?

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you do not.

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(steps back)

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(stands)

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(exits)

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*NOTHING beats a good conversation...but if it is the time for me to write about it too.- what the hell had just happened. i thought i deleted those posts. i never liked people penetrating my very thoughts- i do not like people knowing me more than i come to know them. why.
it is always better to be safe right? if not... i have been there. when all the while. all you can do is hold your own hand. how sad was that? how sad is bitter posts and all that. how sad is allowing people to read your blogs. i am not that. i cannot be that person. huhu- can i cry? well, i first thought that everything would be easy. then suddenly that filthy Lab experiment was so studded with a lot of computations, at least i was able to bear those essay parts. and guess what i feel like jumping off a two-storey building after i have passed my works. kidding. bethany can sing>? then, well- wow man! nothing. i drank two cups of coffee i can't drink more- i know addiction. i really have that tendency. o well. then i am here. again, i want some adrenaline again. i want to... but i do not know if i can.

darn all those filthy boken dreams. i palmer, julius, remember? i'll become a lawyer, you'll become... i forgot. i do not know. recently i thought that fate is the one living my life. right? since highschool i met right persons in wrong places. i really am no good to planning. i am going to be a teacher.

but what if i have. my feet was already planted on your ground..i cannot turn back. i wish i could banish all those to make it

darn. darn it..