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i dont know. i guess sometimes, i just feel like as if no matter how many friends i have, and no matter how close i may get with them, i would never be able to really open up to any of them, and i would be likely to shut up more often, cos sometimes, even now, it seems like nobody listens, so there really is no point in talking then. and i have a feeling that even 20/30 years from now, i'd still be unable to make friends, or to talk to people when i meet them, or to just go up and say hi to someone even if tt person is someone i know, cos i know tt i'll be too afraid of the past repeating again, and having myself reminded that people dont remember me, they just forget.


and then at other times i think tt i think too much and ramble too much and never do anything about it. but how can one do something, when every day she sees evidence that reaffirms her beliefs?

thanks for all the lies. and thanks for lifting up my dreams, just to make them crash rockbottom again.




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