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Saturday, 6 November 2010 @ 07:28
Breaking down

Do I always portray a cheerful look on my face every time?
Am I that friendly till everyone can apporoach me for help?
Am I those who look really stupid and naive to let you guys take advantage of?
What am I to you guys?
Am I invisible?
I really hate to be left alone.
I can no longer hold it in anymore.
I'm not as strong as you may seem to be.
I'm not afraid of losing out, I'm just afraid to fall.
Why can't you understand me better?
You've got problems, don't I have problems too?
I tried to share with you but you just couldn't understand.
So, tell me. What's the point in telling you?
I'll just have to keep everything to myself.
In this way, I can lighten your burden.
So you needn't worry so much about me.
I'll just keep breaking down till someone notices me and get me outta this fucking damn sucky life.
You don't know anything, yet you wanted to assume things.
I wanted to be aggressive and sophisticated like any other girls.
But, do you really know what I'm thinking?
No.
I'm not those who doesn't care.
If being those kind would make you feel happier, why not?
I'll change. But once I changed, don't EVER expect me to be who I am again.
Because, I don't know who I am going to be anymore.
You would always hear me saying, "I'm not hungry."
Well, the truth is that I've no appetite at all.
To keep things simple, I just said.
"Oh, I'm on a diet! Hehehe."
In fact, I'm never thinking of going on a diet before.
So, what do you think?
I really really wish that you could understand me better.
I'm scared of the upcoming things that are going to happen.
I can't describe my feelings now.
Its indescribable. I'm falling apart. I'm breaking down.
My heart is like torning apart.
The darkness is about to collapse over me and that's it.
I might not be able to get back up again.
I don't want to be emo.
Its also not that I don't like flowers.
All girls supposedly like flowers right?
I'm being claimed to be weird.
Yes, I'm a sore loser.
But, have you ever thought?
What about you?
What if you were in my shoes?
The pain ain't like the ones to scratch and it bleeds.
Its the pain where you could no longer feel any longer.