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can you draw the lines

Let’s not talk about how my hands are tingling again, or how my upper lip is burning for some reason, or even the general lousy feeling. I am even try to forget the fact that my chest hurt in general … Continue reading

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my medicine is killing me

I am allergic to Penicillin,  so I am always given a substitute antibiotic instead. However, I am a medication hating person, meaning I’ll only take it when I buay tahan. So because of a previous UTI scare, I am faithful … Continue reading

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it’s 12.30am. I’m absolutely fucking good at making myself miserable. glad to know I haven’t lost my touch. misery needs talent I’ve finished washing my pantry. But for some reason there’s cat pee/shit smell lingering in the air. I’ve gone … Continue reading

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I don’t know why I am so tired. I am staying home on a friday night waiting for a CD to arrive via FedEx, and had to decline drinks with an ex-client because of that. Mike also asked me out … Continue reading

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I give up…

…on you. On caring what you think. On wondering who’s better. On making myself mad and sad about you. And I gain love, freedom and the time and energy to focus on the ones in front of me. Hi, Friend.

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