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this lady. I'm a cat with nine lives, but only one story to tell. Rebecca Lo. Singaporean and not proud of it. Ngee Ann Polytechnic student year 3. A3DA class 01; 3D Animation. NP JTC Taiko member aiming for Tenko. Anime lover. Rilakkuma fever. Purple madness. Hardcore Sixth Gun. \m/ In a mess.	replay. Rebecca Lo Create Your Badge
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Thursday, January 26, 2012 ♥ -Too much, no more- ♥Replete. weather: cloudy, and kinda dark now. mood: fucked up. listening to: Someone like you; Adele. been a long long while since my last proper blog post. i'm just too tired and upset to write alot. especially when i'm like.. writing for the air. the person who once bothered, i guess it's not really your business now to read. you have no reason to follow my life anymore, no? just, go about with your own stuff. kinda feel that.. i'm losing compassion for people around me. you can't blame me. i've changed, this time really. bcus of my surroundings, bcus of the shit i've been through. and bcus of you. i have siblings and parents who tell me to go and die. what, just bcus i can't do one thing right you want to end my life? so be it, i'm tired of living this way too. being hurt over and over and over again. maybe they said it out of anger, but to tell me to go and die.. it's like getting a monkey to eat bananas, which is 100% possible. which means, you want me dead, okay why not. i'm asthmatic. people with asthma have stamina like a loser's. we can't breathe properly, we suck at breathing. for that.. heart -50HP. having shit family, heart -50HP. but nothing can compare to breaking up with you. heart, -∞HP. it's a neverending pain, it just keeps coming. my heart is in pain, very much pain. every heartbeat stings. you don't know how much you've hurt me. it's a million times more painful than hitting your own finger against the drum while playing Miyake. it's a million times more painful than having a blister on your palm. it's a million times more painful than having a muscle tear. this left hand, alone for the years to come. it hasn't forgotten the way it was held. it hasn't forgotten the way it was warmed. it still remembers the feeling of the your right hand. dead. ♥それだけ。 @ 4:31 PM