that lady.
the rants.

sweet desires.

sweet escapes.
the past is gone.
| Monday, 1 December 2008
20:05

I hate celebrations.
I hate the beginning of a new month.
And most importantly, I hate myself.
The beginning of a new month's no longer fresh for me.
I no longer yearns for the arrival of it.
And it's akin to a meaningless day for me.

I'm so disappointed in myself, my behaviour, my everything.
And no, it's not your fault definitely.

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