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Sunday, September 26, 2010Y
It doesn't hurt anymore

I live my own life.
I'm the ruler of my own life.
I don't need anybody to ruin it.
I enjoy.
I have emotions.
Sad, happy and etc's.
Either fun or sadness.
I will lock it inside of me.

There is nothing interesting about it.
I just realised it.
I live my own life.
No people can judge who I am.
They gossip, backstab behind my back.
I don't really care anymore.
Because it doesn't hurt me anymore.
I wonder why?
Maybe I'm used to all the pain until it numbs me.
So it doesn't really matter anymore.

I will have friends, family.
But I will just be myself freely.
I don't have to need my double mask.
Because I'm the ruler of my own life.
Study, work, create a family.
And after this cycle, I will die too.
Why not live it freely?
Than having problems.
Even if I have problems.
I didn't want to care anymore.

I want freedom.
I just need freedom.

I'm just weird in my own ways.
Every human being got different personalities.
I can't say anything about them.
Gossiping behind people's back.
It's sick, and disgusting.

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