Tuesday, January 04, 2011
♥; Burnt
I feel angry. Very angry.
Like i have these words on a string of emotions that is far far far far too polite to even be in my blogpost.
People.
People who put on masks.
Yes.
Everyone does.
People hide secretly behind their masks; each afraid to reveal their true self,
to protect themselves from being hurt, and so forth.
That if these masks were to be peeled away slowly and carefully, it would reveal a whole lot of unknown.
People want to feel wanted.
People want to feel needed.
People want to be accepted.
And for what?
I have no idea.
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I have lost all faith & hopes.
Fairytales only exist in Taylor Swift songs.
Everything else is just a mere show or act that life plays along with.
I feel so damn hurt that I'm feeling all these raw, painful emotions.
Slowly, i lose my belief.
It doesn't matter what I feel anymore.
It is that painful.
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From,
The Single, The Available But Uninterested.
11:23 PM
