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Wednesday, January 11
does incompetence get covered up by popularity? i've been asking myself that question since.. a long time ago.

sometimes i think it's just me, being too sensitive. but i don't believe no one realises, or notices.
it's not good for me to divulge too much. so i'll just keep mum, for now. until i can find someone who's able to take what i want to say. HURR.


anyway. this past few days have been rather.. weird. i keep harping on things that have past, things that should have, by now, been forgotten, things that are supposed to be memories. but that place that i went to a few days ago, brought me back to that time again. i still remember, vividly, evrythg that happened there, every movement.
and i feel pain. guilt. regret.


it sucks to be me

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