Not like I have never felt this way before. More than just sheer bitterness. It stings..that same old sting. There, that strangely familiar tinge of sourness. Can't figure out why exactly am I all emotionally stirred up once more. I'm failing myself. So tell me, where can I seek comfort in?
I remember the times when I spent crying by the river. Worst days of my life.
What's for sure? What's for certain? What's for real? I don’t know.
Perhaps it would gradually diminish if I could put less thought to it.
Dash Berlin's Better Half Of Me on replay. It seems slightly quieter tonight.
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Met clique on one of the nights last week. What Liling said was true.. “Do what makes you happy. Do it as long as you're happy.” I really should learn how not to be too bothered with certain stuff. I can't please everyone and neither am I obliged to.
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