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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

I know myself. Certainly so much, that I always grasp a hold of me, to put into another part of mine. I know when is my temper getting bad, I know when I need a shoulder to cry on. I know I never run from reality, not facing cruel music. But today, I found myself hiding like a tortoise in it's shell.


For years, I've known that I loved rainy days. Rain, makes me think in a way differently or so. I love rain because, that's when I really get emotional. When I was with Regina, it was always the rainy days which made me sent caring msgs or a I Love You to her. But this time, it seems literally like Doomsday. I cant afford to get any emotional lest my tear will just fall with the rain. But thoughts came uncontrollably into me, and still I've found nothing for me to concentrate on so that I will stop thinking. I'm really engulfed in despondency these days. Really.

Rain, I loved you I know. But this time you've come so wrong. Please, for the first time in my life is time for you to go. For you come with sadness, you are rubbing on onto my wound. Will you, take your leave? Before I take mine with much reluctant?




Everything I done wrong to you has came piling upon me this time. Stop playing this game already, I miss you more than u can imagine, I love you more than you always thought. I need you and I need you dearly. I need another round to prove my kind love this time. I declared to you, and this time to my readers. It's time to believe me.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[2:22 PM]