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Saturday, February 2, 2008

everything you wanted me to hide
is everything that makes me feel alive

i realised its okay to feel the way i do because its only human to feel this way, and im a human not a ghost or some inanimate object. so i need not suppress my feelings inside and delude myself into believing something else. & i guess there's no such thing as cannot live without, i think it's just a temporary i-cant-bear-to-because-i-know-i'll-miss-you phase, after that phase, people can be replaced. i think i shouldnt do so much late night talks on msn already even though its fun, im really turning into a zombie. im so exhausted in every aspect of the word. & i hate being the eldest sibling, because i have to make decisions even though im so caught in the middle tsk.

i've seen the ashes in my heart
i smile the widest
when i cry inside and my insides blow apart
i tried to wear another face
just to make you proud

me me maggi me;
4:11 PM