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Im the classic virgoian who believes in perfection. Sometimes people dislike me because they find me acting too cold towards humans. Or maybe they just can't accept my high standards. So, love me or not, u decide.

Screams
Wednesday, December 16, 2009

women are the most sensitive creatures on earth.
believe it?
i do, 'cause now i trust a woman's instinct in tale of a forthcoming event.
you know,
for some things and for some reason, i felt so much better vomitting it out to elaine literally.
i've been storing and piling up the untold into a huge mountain inside my heart and carry those sickening doubts that linger terribly like a haunting ghost.
gosh, the more i think about them, the more worried i get.
i guess i can only release them to elaine.
it seems that she understands how i feel and hence can give me sound advice.
you know, some stuff are practically PG which i could not tell rena at all and thus i have to bear this unbearable feeling?
but fortunately, elaine has the best ears to listen to them :)
now,
i feel im like an inflating balloon which is growing in size and anything including the lightest feather could prick me to explosion.
ARGH AWFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
who can understand me?


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