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So she said what's the problem, baby?.what's the problem, I don't know well maybe, I'm in love love. makes me wanna turn around and face it but I don't know nothin' 'bout love, woah~ |
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This blog was opened by Anne Ng to accomodate her mind's silly musings and her daily rantings.Do enjoy your stay here, and don't take what's not yours! tagboard
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walk the line between idiocy and denial you curse and swear, you lie through your teeth, bite and scrabble, for the purchase of blaming others, (it's all their fault). it was never you, you were the one wronged. they scolded you? their problem. they wouldn't listen, so you can push the blame, neatly, forcefully, into their hands. you cry and become angered by the weakness. you try to pretend, so you can punish their belligerence with your silence. you tell yourself, they'll know when you finally lose it, when they see what their words, their actions made you into, but you can't. you like to think you're good at expressing yourself, that you can do well at the things you've always wanted to be good at. so you can't help but let it all out. you use different methods, write a bit here, a bit there, scribble something somewhere. then you close your eyes, ears, so you don't need to hear if it was good or bad. you give yourself excuses, because everyone else won't. you tell yourself, you're too young, too silly to do anything well for the moment. that you're still much better than everyone else (as long as you compare yourself to the people you know are worse than you), because that's the only way your brain will listen to what your heart wants (so very much) to believe. you were always weak like that, weak in the flesh, weak in the heart, weak in the places you like to think you were strong in. if you didn't do something, you were forced (toostupidcowardlyidioticdumb) to lie. no other way out. there are many things you want to say, but there's a feeling (you won't say it's cowardice. the word leaves a taste too acid to be used) that pushes it all down. (it's all so unfair.) but inside, you know it's justice. you heave a sigh of relief. the anger is spent, over a passage of meaningless words and phrases. now that you look at it, it's quite foolish. now, you don't want anyone to read this at all. so it's blacked out. |