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"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye."
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My name is Renald. A profile? That's troublesome.
If I had to say something, I wished I didn't exist. Screw humans and their own stupid problems.
Sometimes I wonder why the hell I even bother to try and make people happy, or whatever.
Most of them wouldn't appreciate the effort, or even take notice.
I wish I'd just sleep and never wake up. Stuck in dream forever, doing whatever I want. Inception anyone?
I'm not sure whether all those sweet memories and fun times I've had could make up for the disappointment I feel I've been thus far.
The times I've been drove to the edge, feeling almost insane. The pain being unbearable.
Be careful what you wish for? I don't know. Well.. dont regret your life and what you make of it.
Tresure the present, because they will never come back again.
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11:04 PM Tuesday, January 12, 2010
This is my 199th post by the way, isn't going to be a long post, nor a really special one.
200th, depends on whether or not I'm hardworking for the wrong reasons enough to make a special. Today is my dad's birthday, I made him a card, one of the lines inside it wrote : "I know you and I have disputes occasionally, and you scold me because i know you care for me." I just quarrelled with my dad, and with 53 minutes of today remaining, I don't wanna give it to him. LOL. God dammit. I'm planning to make something of a poem blog, which obviously is going to be deserted after 2 weeks. So I can write down all of my emotions is chim chim language. I just felt like posting, nothing much to say. I've so many things to do man, plus tomorrow's E-learning day, don't have to go to school, the worst part is sitting in front of the comp the whole day. Speaking of which makes me mad. Nevermind, fyi the quarrel was about me in front of the comp doing work, which so isn't true. What the hell does he know in the day? Forget it. I've realised that I'm beginning to resemble my dad and brother. I thought I was the only one obsessed with life and its ways of living and other shit. Apparently not. Man, I really want to post longer but I've nothing to say. So goodbye animals from the human race. -Renald I've been listening to so many songs of regret recently, regret of having the chance to say something, but didn't. I'd do that if I had song writing talents. But I haven't so, I'm going to go for it. Hopefully this isn't another one of my "all talk no action" statements. ▲ |