Saturday, January 31
Sucker
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Sunday, January 11
Specchi.
And I have this really weird feeling that everything happens for a reason. Even the loneliest of events happens for a very good reason. I choose to believe. For I choose to be happy. I will never dwell on my past mistakes but rather learn and go on. For I’ve loved and lost, lived and learned. But still, I won’t give up. For I refuse to be lonely.
And though I cry today, I refuse to cry forever. For my soul wasn’t meant to be lonely. I may be alone at the moment, but not for long. This I know. And somebody may come again but is destined to leave anyway. I wouldn’t care. For the fact of the matter is, I will keep myself intact. She will never leave with the whole of me. But I will celebrate the emotions I felt, for I am human. And I refuse to be lonely. And detach from it all for it’s a hateful world. But I refuse to hate. Love is what I should feel for every molecule and every particle in this universe.
And I may be senseless. I am meaningless. But I refuse to make myself trivial, for I am significant. These words have no meaning. No sense, no direction. Meaningless. But not me. For I refuse to be lonely.
And though my refusal is futile, I will never give up.
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20:02
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Saturday, January 10
bridge
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12:56
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Thursday, January 8
Puffy
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15:20
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Monday, January 5
Nuova Luna

"Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not." --George Bernard Shaw
A friend once told me that the darkest side of the moon is whenever it's new moon. tonight, by some intergalactic forces that influenced my inner most being... i have decided to create a new world. a world afar from the people that knows me well. and maybe through these, i can identify myself. who am i. and why am i here. i am not angry at anyone, its like drawing on a new set of paintings on a different canvas. Im speechless right now. Maybe Stephen King is right.. the most important things are the most difficult things to say.
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23:26
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