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hello,my trully beloved diary.how are u?u haven't change that much since i saw u for the last time.it's joyfully.
i feel sick.it burns somewhere in my stomach & speads up to my throat.
''all i'm asking-where did i go wrong?''.how could i consider myself as a good person,if no one is around when i'm despirately longing for comforting?!but,at last,it's totally the same-am i kind/inelegent/delicate/simpathetic/... or not.only those things/facts/designs/people/... are to be called important,what u clasify & feel that way.i'm exchausted & strained,angry & rustyhearted...& nobody is around to cling against.i'm stumbling at the same sharp stones,getting the same wounds & cuts.
sorry,diary,i call for u mostly when i'm blue.but u will excuse me,won't u?
i feel sick.it burns somewhere in my stomach & speads up to my throat.
''all i'm asking-where did i go wrong?''.how could i consider myself as a good person,if no one is around when i'm despirately longing for comforting?!but,at last,it's totally the same-am i kind/inelegent/delicate/simpathetic/... or not.only those things/facts/designs/people/... are to be called important,what u clasify & feel that way.i'm exchausted & strained,angry & rustyhearted...& nobody is around to cling against.i'm stumbling at the same sharp stones,getting the same wounds & cuts.
sorry,diary,i call for u mostly when i'm blue.but u will excuse me,won't u?