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because it ain't necessarily so
Foreword.


I am forced by the passing of time, the transition of life stages, and the expectations of society to grow up and to behave like a "grown-up" (whatever that would constitute). But here, I would just be a little childish, a little self-centered, a little irresponsible, a little too honest but also a little too pretentious.

24, and still counting.



Flashback.

Kept all my past posts intact because my past was what made me, me. Deleting them doesn't change who I am so I revisit my memories sometimes, to learn and to laugh at my past mistakes.

(Just kidding, I revert some posts to drafts because I'm utterly embarrassed.)


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All this while , ily ,
Monday, March 7, 2011 | 6:26 PM



Today read newspaper in chi class . Only went through one article . LOL . About sec sch students should have relationship or not . Spent one hour analyzing one article . Zai right . Teacher chose people read part by part then there was this part when she asked , (translate into english) "now i want the person who's the best in chinese to read" and then tianhao stood up . LOL . Relationship uh . No more opinion on that matter . I just wanna stay happy . 5 min only also cans . For that just means 5 min lesser of pain . :)

I cans no longer imagine life without you , you seem to be stick with me since forever , really being there no matter what . We had all these fights and we hurt each other real bad . I said things i din mean and i wish i could take it all back . I've lost count of the guys who came , fcked me upside down and walked out of my life , but you were the only one who really loved me no matter what . I want things my way , i'm not those kind of lady-like girl who ishh ever so your type , i make you worry and upset , and yet , when i cry and you know , i cans hear your heart crying for me . I close myself up , i dont let people know what i'm like deep inside ( and i'm definately not an emotional or mentally unstable person if somehow i seem to be one ) . I say things , do things that have no meaning and that no one cans understand , like , why i'm like that . Sometimes it's funny , but when it stops being funny , it just hurts . I stop taking things seriously , and things like life and death , pride and image , consequences , they dont really seem to matter anymore . I do things that i really regret , that i cant explain , that i feel bad for , which i'm trying my best to forget . I think life sucks , like seriously . I'm not asking for love , for there comes a time when love stop doing it magic . But , thank god , your magic never fails me .

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