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Saturday, June 12, 2010 . 6/12/2010 11:48:00 PM

I'm stubborn. That's a fact. But I'm not really that stubborn.

I hate it when things don't go my way. I don't complain about it.

I hate it more when I don't protest when I should. 

I break my own heart for the sake of others' happiness. 

Why am I doing that?

No one can understand. This is a world where everyone thinks for themselves, not for others. 

There really is nothing for anyone who is so selfless. 

Watching others achieve success and fame while you stuck in nowhere-land...

Watching others from afar, knowing someone else is wanted...

Watching others suffering, and giving way, despite the pain of it...

Is there any warmth out there?


I hate myself.

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