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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

i just went out decorating the flowers outside my hse with mummy! it wasnt fun at all. stupid flowers keep pocking me. but well new year is coming so must put nice nice. with all the fluffy things.
what have i done wrong?! why is everyone scolding me at this time? i neber do wrong! i just fucking forget bcoz i have to help your mother do sth. get it? stop scolding me!
stop it stop it!
when a window shatters, a table leg breaks or when a picture falls off the wall, it makes a noise. but as for your heart when it breaks it's completely silent. you would think as it is so important it would make the loudest sound in the world but it's silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain. if there is a noise it's internal. it screams and no one can hear it but you. it screams so loud your ears ring your head aches. but thats the thing about love- no one is untouchable. it's as wild as that, as raw as an open flesh wound exposed to salty sea water, but when it breaks it's silent. you are just screaming on the inside and nobody can hear it.


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