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Iapos;m�floating.�Iapos;m floating like marshmallows on cold fruit punch.��But i am sinking.�I am sinking into an abyss of random spectrum of colours. Colours which you experience when you do weed. Colours that gradually melt together to give you a whole black mass of nothing. Only you can save me. Save me from this kamikaze of undesired and immense sadness. But yoursquo;re not. Not saving me. Yoursquo;re just. Floating. Because you are selfish. And there is nothing i can do about it.

Float away.�I hope you float away far enough so that i wonrsquo;t have the strength to look for you.�I donrsquo;t want to see you. But i see you everyday. You donrsquo;t know it. But i see you everyday in a song. And i will try. Try to forget you. Please let me. Please.

I�need a notebook.�A no-te-bo-ok. To pen down my thoughts. Livejournal canapos;t be trusted.�Theyapos;ll tell others about my fucked up life.�No. My thoughts needs to be penned down. Before they do a little tribal dance and hop away like bunny rabbits in a death cab video. My thoughts dance really well they have "mad skillz".�I cant afford to sell my thoughts to The Wind. Thoughts hold secrets to my soul. If The Wind knows about It, The Wind will try to steal It away from me. Because thats what The Wind does best. The Wind is a soul-stealer. But not only soul, The Wind sometimes also steals jazz, metal and hip hop. But you cannot blame The Wind. It is merely doing its job. It is you. You are responsible for letting It slip away .. It is now gone, with The Wind. Jialat, then how? Consperm cannot sleep leh. Tml cannot wake up go shoppeng. Kaninaaa. How liddat? Stay at the home watch FRIENDS on�tv lor Hanor hanor tv dam nice one i tell you. Veh the intelesting. Then can go cor the macdonal delibery. Eat foot and watch tv. Wah, lyk in havent sia. Super mario shiok man

Oh, dear brain, why do you always do this to me? All i wanted was a notebook.

Okay iapos;m have no idea what ivapos;e just said. I�am an emotional wreck.�I know right, youapos;ve heard that line like a billion times before. But who gives a fuck.�I am too tired to think of something witty to say.�I didnt sleep all night yesterday. I forsee many more sleepless nights.

Look what youapos;ve done to me. You happy now? Why does life always have to dissapoint me?�In the end�iapos;m still the one to blame?

Have i ever not advised you, lend a listening ear, be there for you. Sometimes i feel as though iapos;m much more of a sister to you than you are to me.

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