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Sunday, May 13, 2007, 10:21 PM

You don't even know me, know my emotions, know if I'm pissed or not. And when I get pissed you say the whole world is against me. Go ahead and blame whatever I'm doing. Blame the computer when I play it and get pissed because I have to stop. Blame my friends who you think are only there to ruin my life.

My life is already full of problems, and yet even though I want to solve them, get rid of them, more problems arise. I always imagined how life would be so much more peaceful, so much more happier if I didn't take that path. But this is how it is. I'll have to face what I've done myself, to put to rest whatever you have, I have thought of myself when I first fell into the abyss.

I took the road to pain, to a sad life. Alone. But I came across a small little town at the crossroads, and there I met friends who will always be there for me. I continued my life, meeting road blocks, obstacles, pot-holes. And everytime I had difficulty removing an obstacle, or if I fell into a pot-hole, my great friends were always there to help me. And I never cherished their help, their friendship until the time where I nearly lost it all. Only then did I realise that my friends always wanted the best for me, and I always doubted them, making them angry, making them cry all because I wanted to keep myself happy.

I'd really wished all this would end. All this pain, all the sadness within me. And you would ask me, "Why do you always get yourself into trouble?" Words alone are not enough to describe why I go through this. Maybe its that feeling of wanting to replace losing time, losing a close relationship, losing everything because I turned left and followed that road instead of taking a right turn, to a path of happiness, to a path of a problem-less life.

This is all so confusing. I'll end the post here.

Put to rest, what you thought of me. While I clean this slate, with the hands of uncertainty. - Linkin Park