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buildings with a hundred floors,
spinning 'round revolving doors.
baby i don't know where they'll take me.

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Wish upon a star,
Saturday, July 31, 2010 // 11:30 PM

Never play out all your cards, something that I most probably never learn. Doesn't really matter, does it? Well doing your best, giving your best is always the right thing to do, at least it is to me.

I have to stop thinking, stop ranting about how pathetic I think I am, or I maybe because it doesn't help at all. I'm tired of living life, because it's always a chore when things are not settled, and when there are more than enough unsaid things left to say when you know that there's no chance. Everyday is a misery, everyone knows why for me. I don't really know how to live on when the desperation, the 'want' and 'need' factor is getting more and more prominent in me, and growing stronger day by day. I can't control it, and it's driving me crazy, but who am I to blame, if not myself?

Life is always weird and funny. I'm down in my luck in all ways. I can't write, wrist pains are getting worse, my wrist bones are malaligned. Damn it, but that's life. It happens. I can't do anything about it, but accept it.

PS. I love you.