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I'm exhausted.
My brain's drained of all it's juice?
See. Rubbish indeed.
7 PAGES WORTH OF WRITING ARGUING OVER THE RIGHT OF HAVING DEATH WITHIN YOUR OWN HANDS.
This grade better be worth it.
I'm blogging from the confines of Cheryl's comfy girly room again. Klang holds so much familiarity for me. The times spent here, in the company of the people I cherish. It's hard to avoid flashbacks and reminders whenever I step into this town.
You think everything's okay but maybe it's because I put up a good front. You think it's written in black and white, like my words hold no hidden meanings. So you don't know me. So you don't know what it's like to be pretentious or just concealing because hey, you don't know what it's like to hurt like I do.
But it's okay, life is a big fancy ball. We change faces as we change partners. It's a masquerade, a sea of actors having their paper faces on parade.
