| Sand dunes & Salty air |
[25 Jan 2006|04:05am] |
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mood |
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music |
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Bryan Adams - Please Forgive Me |
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Cooling yet sleepless night. All that reverie..
The fingers are itchy again. Like JW said, " too stress la ". I felt bad that I shouted at you, threw stuffs and bawling my guts out. Maybe it's because you hit bull's eye, I felt the pinch and everything kinda crumbled. I'm so weak and vulnerable in every aspects of my life. Always looking for a buoy. It's acknowledged deep inside, obviously thats not the way.
Perhaps i'm shunning, running, avoiding. I tried, I failed and tried again. Harsh truth, it's gonna be a dead-end if I give up.
You made my day with your company, simple words and grocery shopping. It will never be my choice to give you cynicism in return. I guess it was just a touch of sensitivity. Glad it's over, you treated me like family and I finally had a great weekend.
Not forgetting the preacher. You stood by me all these while, from enduring craps to giving encouragement.
I'm grateful.. but i'm not able to cross over the thin line to happiness..
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