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{Thursday, 18 April 2013} 7:51 am
Yeah, the truth hurts.
I know it all along but I just can't expect to face such unexpected truth like what I've been told earlier today.
I don't know.
I lost faith in humanity maybe?

At first (or at least until today), I held high hopes for people to act accordingly on their own without crossing someone else's path.
Maybe that was just a wishful thinking of me.
In a real world, people would cross their closest ones in order to get what they want. Which I was aware too, but cannot believe this would happen to people around me.
I was, disappointed, to the point of hating the wrong society that I live in.
I lost my appetite, even the sight of food disgust my very eyes.
I curled up in my bed for two hours, I feel safe in fetal position, as if nothing bad can happen when I'm doing that.

So to prevent another heart break, I would likely to lock my heart completely so I won't have to feel another disappointment again.

I'm sorry Jack, you said something like "If you lock away your heart, You'll lose it for certain." right?
I can relate to those words you uttered for Davy Jones (Jones locked his heart, literally on a metal chest).
Even though I have to lose my heart, or that will makes me heartless than before, at least I shouldn't have taste the bitterness of an infidelity.
Because infidelity is the lowest thing a human being can do to their loved ones.
I don't even know what to do to unfaithful partners.
If someone ever cheated on me, I'll be sure to looking at them with disdain forever.
Maybe you can hit me or hurt me or yell at me, calling me names or whatever, at least you're not doing illicit behavior with another girl behind me.

P.s.: I am truly mad.


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