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Wednesday, August 26, 2009 '
Day 0826: Two 15s_/_Diaharan=Effective..._Somewhat.
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Happy birthday to two of my friends, and classmates. Enjoy your time of being 15, reveil in the moment, and don't despair like I have/am.

It's tough when I think back.

Memories, visions, whatever of those days of solitude...loneliness, having hardly anyone to depend on... Maybe I wanted that, but it felt terrible. Cause truth be told...those few days were hell on Earth. No one to smile to. No one to cry to. No one to argue with. No one to listen.

For those with friends, I'm truly envious of you all. I look around everyday and see large groups in the canteen everyday. Sure, you may see me at the table with others, but it's only because I force myself into their group. I don't belong. I'm so desperate, I just push myself in to fit in.

And of course...I have to thank both of you. You may not know it, but in two different instances, you have both helped me ignite something within me. Like a drive to push myself on. It was a subtle thing you did for me, but subtle things have a big effect. Truly, thank you.

I finally pull of this layer of lies to release the guilt accumulated over the months. I don't know whether it's what I think it is, but whenever I think of those moments, anger, fear, loneliness in their masses, I feel something just numbing my body and escaping from me.

Is it...truly Him relieving me of my burden?

If it is, why do I suddenly feel sad?

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You'd think me rude,
But I'd just stand and stare.


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My Life
>>begin_intro Welcome here. If you somehow...hate me, go ahead...click this and get the hell out..

I am myself in every way possible. I never hesitate to expose a person's lies.
And my life is controlled by a game.
The rules are simple - You trust me, I trust you.
You leave me, I ignore you.
You come back, I shut you out.
You threaten me, I'll make sure tomorrow's an impossibility for you.

The game has begun.


Didn't you know...? All hearts hide secrets. Dark ones.
>>end

Who am I?
Ian Tan.
14/08/94.
Someone who suffers (very) short term memory lost...
Often noted as 'short-tongued'.
Daydreamer.
Singer.
Complicated. Long-winded.

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What? Likes?..
This matrix alone.

What? Hates?..
Everything else. Isn't it just nice?

Those things...
To be myself; no one else will tell me what to do.

The past...

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Benjamin Cheng
Pannawit


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