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Wednesday, 12 March 2008

For good god's sake, I've never felt this lonely. Seriously.

Yes this time round, I am not going to tuck away my emotions and be less emo-shit on my entries. And yes, these entries are definitely advocating the 'define-feelings-that-tug-at-my-heart-strings' part.

I've just finished my read on The Beatles. It was sad.

It was a few months back, during this week I remembered, that something mental and psychical happened. It faded into white lights.

Sticks and stones will break my bones but not words. I'll stay and stick it out here.