have you ever felt like crying and then you cannot cry because it's just not the proper place? have you ever wanted to shout and still you can't because doing such will incriminate you? have you ever wanted so much to hate everybody because instead of helping you, they push you down to the drain?
no matter how much i try clawing myself up from the ditch i fell into, i keep on slipping back. it's such bullshit when people try to pretend that they're your friends, that they care. but no. i hate it when they do that. i hate hypocrites. i hate posers. i hate jerks.
i'm fed up again. tired. low batt. i just wish all problems would come in and i'll simply be overwhelmed and just kill myself. that would probably make it simpler.
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someone said that i am a puppeteer and many guys dance at the palm of my hand. i've never really wanted to be a puppeteer, although sometimes it's fun. the puppets are usually those guys who have major flaws in their attitude towards women. most puppets are those jerks whom i cannot resist to simply break and crush. however i don't want to have puppets. the more puppets i have, the more i realize that there are less and less good guys. somehow that thought makes me weaker.
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