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my life is full of hatred...

Since primary school, like almost the whole world was against me. Despite that, I had my own little group of friends who cared for me. We were... different... from the others. 'Weird' or 'crazy' or 'pyscho' is what you'll call us. We liked doing things differently. Heh, yup. I was the most pycho of them all. And that's how we got Deo. Yep.People don't, so called, 'love' me. You know, they don't have that feeling of friendship towards me. It's usually hatred.

~copied from sworn sister's blog... because its true... and it's exactly how i feel too...

... some of my own words...

... i can see history repeating itself... things just don't go smoothly anymore... it's like... people just don't onderstand me... it seems i need to change... yet i made a promise to myself before i went to sec school that i would not change myself to accomodate others anymore... i shall simply be myself... ever-smiling... ever-cheerful... without a care in the world...


THE AUTHOR Named Shireen (by my parents, of course) Entered this world on 12 december And survived till this day EX-rafflesian CURRENT-tkian A member of ympact A fan of Death Note (watched the whole series 3 times!) THE PEOPLE Angel Fiona Yang Lin Clarice ++I know... my links list is PATHETIC++	Sunday, April 15, 2007 my life is full of hatred... Since primary school, like almost the whole world was against me. Despite that, I had my own little group of friends who cared for me. We were... different... from the others. 'Weird' or 'crazy' or 'pyscho' is what you'll call us. We liked doing things differently. Heh, yup. I was the most pycho of them all. And that's how we got Deo. Yep.People don't, so called, 'love' me. You know, they don't have that feeling of friendship towards me. It's usually hatred. ~copied from sworn sister's blog... because its true... and it's exactly how i feel too... ... some of my own words... ... i can see history repeating itself... things just don't go smoothly anymore... it's like... people just don't onderstand me... it seems i need to change... yet i made a promise to myself before i went to sec school that i would not change myself to accomodate others anymore... i shall simply be myself... ever-smiling... ever-cheerful... without a care in the world... Reborn again at 12:11 PM.	THE TALKATIVES THE SONG THANKS done by: yours truly (the author of this very blog)