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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

no matter how wide a person's smile.
you'll never know what's going through their mind.
what's bothering them. and whether they are unhappy.

you'll just never know.

i had a friend who laugh the loudest. cracks at every single joke.
but goodness her past was so dark.
never would i imagine going through what she had gone through.
i wonder how she made it through.
and amazed how strong she is in handling the situation.

there are somethings friends said hurts you. but in a way to make you a proper person,
its acceptable.
but somethings friends said merely hurts you like an insult/joke.
there's always a limit.

this few days is a bad time to provoke me.
this few days sch have been giving me shits.
to avoid me from saying hurtful things.
darling pls, mind your language.

cause when i said things that hurts you. i mean good.
but not you. not this.