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Saturday, December 08, 2007, 1:18 pm
I like you just the way you are?

Okay so I'm updating after what seemed like gazillion years. Due to some inquisitive individuals, I had to change my blog add for some time. Hopefully, whatever the problem is, it has been sort out. AFTER ALL, ITS MY BLOG, MY RULES! YOU PLAY BY THEM!

I don't see why some people really love poking into my affairs? Is there really something interesting happening in my life that is not taking place in yours? Then WHY? Piss off please!
Period.

The past few weeks haven't been going right. Whatever I think, say or do is always wrong. Simply because I'm hot-tempered and because I am, whatever I do is/should be wrong. Maybe that's how those events have made me felt. I'm not implying that its your fault. I will never blame you.

Despite having my friends around me, I feel so alone. Nothing seems like it was before. Everything seems to be changed. Or is it just me who has lagged behind? So many thoughts keep running in my mind. Questions rather than answers. I'm sick and tired. No, not of you.

I'm just tired of everything. I thought, I just thought, maybe you would be different. Probably not. You too find fault with everything.

I'll change okay. I promise. I'm really making an effort in here. I will try to control my temper. But can I just remind you that this can't go forever? Cause what if I do break out in temper one day, what happens? You break out too? And then what? Hurt each other with vulgarities and piercing words? Think please. If I can do this much, can't you just a little more?

I'm writing my thoughts here cause these are things I can't tell you cause you never listen. You will just start jumping and accusing yourself, like it was my fault to open up with you. If it is then who do I open up with?

So please don't question me. I wrote what I felt. My blog, please?