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"There are all kinds of love in this world... but never the same love twice."

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Random Thoughts

It's not what they did to you that matters. It's what you do after they did you wrong.

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Random Thoughts

I wake up everyday and watch myself becoming more and more hideous until I couldn't recognize myself anymore.

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A Glimpse of Yesterday

A daydream

It was a bright, sunny, Saturday morning. One can say that it's a good time to take a walk and enjoy the sun's warm embrace. I can feel the energy bursting from everyone outside. Somebody even turned up the radio, playing a song by Backstreet Boys. I can still remember how big they were back then. While everyone outside were busy with whatever they were doing, I'm still here on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The smell of the old wood surrounds the whole room. I gaze around and I can see the little toys we collected since I was a kid. Most of them were just free toys from an ice cream we usually buy from my dad's workplace. I can see the used towels hanging at the back of the door, the books and notebooks scattered on the desk I left from reading last night before I went to sleep. We live in an old house. To be precise, it was my grandparents' house. We just stayed there along with my uncle and his family, and some of my cousins. Some parts of the house are even starting to fall off and you can never tell when the whole house is going to fall down. A slight move around the room makes a creaking sound. That is how my parents know if me and my siblings are already awake. That is also the reason why I didn't want to move and just comfortably stay on the bed. I can hear my mom doing the dishes downstairs and my dad seems to be working on the laundry. I can hear the loud noise of the washing machine and I know this isn't the right time to get up or else I will end up doing all those things. Thinking of all the chores I need to do for the entire day makes me feel so tired. So I just closed my eyes and dozed off back to sleep. How I wish everything stayed this way.

It's funny how a song can take you back in time just like a time capsule. It can make you relive the moments even for just a few minutes. As soon as the song from Backstreet Boys finished and shifted to a different song, I seem to have woken up from a daydream and realized I am staring blankly at my computer screen. I guess I should get back to work.

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Hope is really cruel. It makes us struggle more and endure more. What can we do? This is what keeps us going.

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Part of surviving is being able to move on.

Alexandra Bracken

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Your lies made this.

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“No matter how damaged you are, there will still be love for you. No matter how unlovable you think you are, you will still be loved. You will always be loved.”

— Lukas W.

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“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”

— Virginia Woolf

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Please don't make me do the same mistake again.

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“I feel like I am so far behind in life that I will never catch up. Everyone is doing so many things with their lives. I am just here. Frozen. I have been a ghost for years. I wonder if that is all I will ever be.”

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You no longer want and need me, so I left.

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Why do I watch sad movies?

So people would think I'm crying because of the movie.

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Let Somebody Go

And when everything was going wrong You could turn my sorrow into song Oh it hurts like so To let somebody go

~ Coldplay

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I know I shouldn't be making another mistake just because I was wronged. I feel like I'm becoming someone I hate. Someone stop me, please.