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Tuesday, July 5, 2011

I feel like I am gonna reach my limit soon. For everything.

It never used to be like that, but now every time someone makes some remark about me I realise I can't joke along anymore. There'll come this day when I can't swallow things down anymore. Everytime people say those stuff, I'll just smile and laugh along. But deep in my heart, it hurts so bad. It makes me think so hard every night. And I know one day I'll just break.