My temper nowadays's near the surface. Just waiting to erupt. I've made my decision. Yet I keep going back to it. Everything seems so distant. Everything seems so ugly.
Why? Up to now, why? What else can I do to prove myself? What do they want?
Those words. I heard them. I tried shutting them out, but I heard them. I don't trust myself to speak anymore. I don't dare asking questions. I'm scared. For once, I feel so scared.
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we are like leaves. Falling off the tree one by one. Each swaying to our own tune. This is mine.
- dumplings and pau
- You won't forget the rough times but you'll get through them
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