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Wednesday, June 18, 2008
**DEPRESSION IS NOT GOOD** *****LOVE IS THE REMEDY*****

Yup, I feel extremely depressed now. Omg I am soooooo confused now. I can’t think properly, I can’t eat properly, and the worst of all, I can’t love properly. Yup, I think my heart has just taken a strike. Somebody supply me with soul food and tear gas, please. Miniature versions, of course, to ease my aching heart.
I have to contend with the biggest enemy of my life—boredom. Dunno why, but I can’t seem to concentrate on anything. The last post was totally crapping. I was sobbing as I wrote the post, and I pulled out the cable right after posting and went to bed and cried there for one night.
I need a shoulder to lean on, and someone to comfort me. Yes, I know it sounds weird, but I am actually hurting in love.
Just one photo I took yesterday was too anguished and emotional to post it.
Yup, and it is strange… what a coincidence.
LOOK.

Coincidence? Or intention?


Yup. Coincidence isn’t it? 9 + 13 equals 22. I just saw this signboard on my way home, and just snapped a photograph of it.
Maybe its emo.
I don’t know.
I’m not very sure of myself now either? Am I real, or is it just a dream? My life is so terrible that I just cannot figure out what is wrong with me.
Maybe I should change my name to depression.
Yup. Where is my birth certificate?
Just can’t stop thinking about Girl Out There. I think of her when I take the bus, I think about her when I have my dinner, and I think of her when I write these words.
Where is she?
Why can’t she just accept me?
I HATE life. I need someone to help me up again.
*DEPRESSED*
My life is totally screwed. I need someone to hug, and to say my problems to him or her. I need a warm heart, and I need a kind soul.
I wonder what I will need now.
Come to think of it, I wonder what I needed yesterday, what I needed today, what will I need tomorrow, and what will I need the day after.
Probably Girl Out There.
Yup, that’s it.
Let me hug you. Feeling your warmth may be just the remedy.
Yup. I think I know what is the remedy for all the problems in the world.
Love.

Love.


Sihouetted Me

; Dennis
; Hwa chong Institution
; 3O1'09
; Gymnastics
; Aquarius
; DOB 290194

*Likes
HER
Streetball
Basketball Shoes (AND1)
Music
Good Grades

*Hates
People who nag
BREAKING UP
Bitches who think they are pretty
Asses who think they are cool

*Wants
+HER
+New iPod
+New Shoes
+Be good streetballer
+MSG < 2.5
+To last forever with her


MusicPlaylist
MySpace Playlist at MixPod.com



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Flee.

Akilan.♂
Bin Hao.♂
Brother.♂
Catherine.♀
Charmaine.♀
Cherie.♀
Elaine.♀
Eugene.♂
Grace♀
Han Cheng.♂
Jeanne.♀
Joseph.♂
Kelly.♀
Kimberly.♀
Max.♂
Meiqi.♀
Pei Qi.♀
Samuel Tay.♂
Sarah Chia.♀
Shann.♀
Shenghui.♂
Yanying.♀


Credits:

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Thanks to: orange silhouette
orenjiiro

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