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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating

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I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?
— Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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Wednesday, December 22, 2010





Baby, I feel comfortable being with you. Sometimes I lecture you because I want you to change for the better. You are the first guy treat me the best although we started our relationship not long. I'm always late for meet up yet you always wait for me without any complains. You are aware that I'm a person who necessitate freedom. You allowed me went pub to celebrate my friend's birthday. You should know I'm a frank person. Whatever I think and feel, I let you know everything. I hate people lying to me that's why I also don't want to hide to you anything. You know I had crush on another guy, you still hold on to this relationship. I can feel that when you said to me " I LOVE YOU " these three words, you really said it from the bottom of your heart. When I'm hungry, you cooked for me. When I'm lonely, you accompanied me. When I'm unhappy, you will make me happy. When I'm tired, you helped me massage. When I'm bored, you played games with me and watched drama together with me. When I made a big fuss over small matters, you are able to take it. When I told you I wanted to break with you, you never let me go easily. You made me feel that I'm so important to you to the extent of you are afraid of losing me. Baby, you really done a lot for me, you care for me, dote on me and love me like no other guys will be the same as you. I'm looking forward to our Universal Studio trip by end of this month. Baby, I'm really touched for the things you done for me, I really do.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay