crying

Sometimes, crying provides you with a sort of clarity one gets right after a summer rain. The dust clears off, you feel refreshed and ready to start anew and somehow, you see things in a clearer perspective.

on the brink

I don't get it.

I flake every time I'm confronted with issues. Every single time dammit! I have a point, I just can't articulate it. So stop acting like I'm wrong and you are right all the time. Just stop.

the angst is still alive!

Hello Bitch with a capital B!

Yes, I'm back with a vengeance to make your life a living hell.

friendster

friendster

worthless

stress

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self-preservation

self-preservation

is human instinct. i don't deny having resorted to it but i hate it nevertheless. i hate myself for it. and i think deep inside, we all hate ourselves for it. which in return, results in more self-preservation

well, unless of course if you're an egoistic, self-centered bastard, in which case you do not deserve to be born, much less to live.

i do. i meant everything i said. but i'm weak, i break with the slightest provocation. only for the things i value dearly, you included.

you said you won't leave me. you told me you'd be there for me. i believe you, now more than ever. but its the other people i'm worried about. i know you won't break me. but sadly, i think they would.