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Why do i feel uneasy everytime you say that i am "guai"(obedient)?
Why do i hide behind a mask and distant myself from people?
Why do i use books to escape from reality?
Why can't i be better?
Why can't i learn to accept myself as i am?
Why is it i once had friends?
Why is it that when i felt that little bit of warmth and care, i flinched and stopped short?
Why do i clench my fist everytime i think of you?
Why is life so hard?
Why can't i just die?
Why can't i muster enough courage to do just that?
Why do i keep thinking that you are better?
why are you better?
Why do i hate you for being better?
Why do i do this to myself?
why do i hit myself over something like this?
Why do i hate you so much?
Why did you ruin my life?
Why do you make things this way?
Why do i feel guilty?
Why do i feel high everytime something like this happens?
why do i care more about books than humans?
Why can't you understand how i feel?
why can't anyone?
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these questions and more, i ask you everyday... yet i still haven't gotten an answer... everytime i feel as though i know the answers, it fades away out of sight...
WHY?


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++	Monday, June 25, 2007 Why do i feel uneasy everytime you say that i am "guai"(obedient)? Why do i hide behind a mask and distant myself from people? Why do i use books to escape from reality? Why can't i be better? Why can't i learn to accept myself as i am? Why is it i once had friends? Why is it that when i felt that little bit of warmth and care, i flinched and stopped short? Why do i clench my fist everytime i think of you? Why is life so hard? Why can't i just die? Why can't i muster enough courage to do just that? Why do i keep thinking that you are better? why are you better? Why do i hate you for being better? Why do i do this to myself? why do i hit myself over something like this? Why do i hate you so much? Why did you ruin my life? Why do you make things this way? Why do i feel guilty? Why do i feel high everytime something like this happens? why do i care more about books than humans? Why can't you understand how i feel? why can't anyone? ... .... ... .... ... .... ... .... these questions and more, i ask you everyday... yet i still haven't gotten an answer... everytime i feel as though i know the answers, it fades away out of sight... WHY? Reborn again at 5:32 PM.	THE TALKATIVES THE SONG THANKS done by: yours truly (the author of this very blog)