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Sunday, October 19, 2008

so i spent my day slacking at home and it's well-spent!
you can surely sense the sarcasm here.

i've no idea. when i've heard that one line of words, i couldn't help but just to feel emo. and it just turn off my mood. and then i just feel like going to my bed. and then try to sleep but then i knew that i would just whine on my bed and maybe even tears out of my eyes. and so i did.

(fancy an old guy crying on bed)

it was 12am then. i couldn't sleep. thinking of the things that i would usually think off.

no one would listen to my stories. no one would listen to my "blood pumping machine" (in other words - heart). no one would just listen to me and whine about the stuffs that i feel like whining.... sigh.

or rather.

i've no one to confide all these bottled stuffs. i've no one who i can fully trust, and even if i wish to, there's no one would be willing to.

maybe it's just because i'm named "Rex". at every point of emo-ing, most people want to die. i'm not an exception. it's cuz the feeling of loneliness. it's like dejection from the world. where no one really cares whether you're rotting or suffering. i need someone that i could trust...

well, even if i could trust, that person might not be even willing to do so. sigh.
sometimes a hug or two might do the trick.

it's hard to be the same again, i guess. hugging are meant to be for "gays", that's what you guys said. then why are you doing it? doing in front of me but not me?

sigh, i'm sounding like some 3 year old baby, whining for all i care. give me the love....

it's late now, look at the time of this post. and i just don't feel like sleeping.

a hug from someone who meant somewhat to me....
will be dope. it'll be dope.

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Diary @ 10/19/2008 04:15:00 AM;


REX
ROP FERENDEZ
Humanity
Hey, welcome to my blog.
There's nothing much I could write here.
But you could share your views with me.
Maybe you could change mine, and vice versa.
I hope that I could maintain Humanity within my peers.
And my peers could do that to his/her peers, and so on.
For one word that I wish the world for is....
Peace

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