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Saturday, October 16, 2004 @ 6:13 pm
not many people know this, but I was such a hermit sometime back.. not only did I not like to mingle, I didn't really care about anything. I think I'm like, seeking refuge in my shell again. Why? Simply because I feel I need to rest. For the longest of times. This past few days have been weapy and wet for me. the past 2 nights I have cried myself to sleep. I wouldn't say cry, but more to.. weap. I called up my best confidante but after a few short minutes into our conversation, I realised that I needn't call him up after all. I was sobbing too much on the phone, he probably didn't even know what I was sobbing about. Although he is my best confidante, I didn't tell him anything after that, when I ended the crying game. Instead, I told my bro, but his advice fell silent. One thing I dislike about myself is that I never really learn my lessons. Sadly, I have been a victim of an overflowing bottle of soda, just bursting to get out. I think there's a permanent seal on mine. I really feel like telling everyone how I really feel instead of making them laugh.. but that is impossible. my anonymous confidante is right, I need to change. Changing is hard. And might be worse than how I am now. That's what I'm afraid of. Changing into someone I'm not.

I hate the way you talk to me
and the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick
it even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you're not around
and the fact that you didn't call
but mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.
Katherina Stratford;10 things I hate about you

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