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It is not how much we have,

but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Fuck.

We didnt want things to turn out this way either.
Why is every fucking soul putting the blame on us?
Like we owe the whole world our lives.

So what if we choose to drop the whole matter?
We'll live in a fucking curious world,
not even knowing who's scolding you.
Think that feeling's great?

You should seriously go try the feeling of some fucking anon scolding you.
We'll see whether you want to know who that asshole is.
& of cos scold back.
Seriously, go fucking try that feeling.
Really.

And even if that no-name thing gets away with it,
they'll jump for joy and think they're soooo great.
Well, you're all just fucking losers,
that have no god-damn face to face up to reality.

Now, we're going to drop the whole matter.
We chose to let go of this matter.
Forget everything, every single thing.
This is the end of it.
The end of everything.
Thank you for all the laughters in the past few months.
Now we live our lives, & you live yours.
No more tears shall be shed.
Only fun and laugther shall be left.

I know this post will make a lot of people angry,
but i do not fucking care anymore.
What's worse that this.
& sorry for all the vulgarties.
I just couldnt help it.

My blog is the only place to rant.
Not happy?
Dont read my blog.

I'm not pointing out on anyone.
Unless you have a guilty conscience.


It's a blessing,
11:07 PM