June 2010
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I feel lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, absolutely alone and tired and afraid. Sick of this shit, sick of myself, sick of acting happy. Hate the mirrors, hate my thighs, hate my reflection, hate myself.
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I raced through the streets of Orchard like how I did two years back. Memories of draggy afternoons flashed. I remember walking through the doors, putting down my bag and getting ready for work. I remember the girl who wore her uniform and not constantly think of how big her calves looked. I remember everything, just not how I got to this point. I remember the conversation from last night. It...
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Isn’t it sad how you realise how much you have changed since three years ago? The bonds you forged; gone. The happy person you were; gone. The bodily fat that was on your body that you once loved; gone. The innocence; gone.
I used to sleep fine, eat fine, dressed fine. It doesn’t matter now how I need to perfect my eyeliner or which shoes to match my outfit. It doesn’t matter...
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I am sick of this life. I am tired of acting all...
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I'm the type of person, who likes to keep...
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