there's too much stuffs bottled in my heart already. there's no one to turn to. no friends, nobody. it's lonely.. it's fucked up when you know theres no one to relate to. who do you speak, who do you turn to, who do you talk to, who do you run to?

its hard, really. sooner or later, it's gonna be a different yang already.

it's hard acting like someone, and i've forgotten who i really was.


PS: Come back soon, jaron. I need you.

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