a girl's weapon.
 "I perceived, of course, the drift of my interlocutor. Jealousy had got hold of him: she stung him; but the sting was salutary: it gave him respite from the gnawing fang of melancholy. I would not, therefore, immediately charm the snake."
- Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
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Pain and sorrows.
Jan 9, 2010 @ 1/09/2010
I hate myself for not being the one that I am suppose to be. I've made the ones that I love upset. I blame myself for making the people around me who cares for me dissapointed. I've tried to lock myself up in a cold, dark corner. I feel ashamed for what I've caused. I don't deserve to be loved by everyone else. I can't forget the dark memories that I've kept. I've tried to burry and forget the past. I've fooled by that sinister grin from a close friend of mine. I've believed in every single lies that he makes. I didn't teasure every single object around me. I am a spoilt brat. I make the people who loves me depressed. I lied to them and made them lose faith in me. I deserve serious punishment that God gives. I have friends who backstabbed and betrayed me. I have friends who forgets who I am. I have friends who treat me like a low-class fellow. I have friends who think that I'm born to stand out. I've been looked down by someone. I've been hated. I've been ignored. I think negatively. I've always thought of myself as a piece of shit. |
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