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Tuesday, November 29, 2005
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on another note that is by no means uplifting - don't depend on people, because they're always going to leave, they're always going to be busy with something else, they're always going to make promises they can't keep.
don't depend on anything worldly because it will always, always disappoint. so what will i depend on? the God that i cannot seem to see?
i'm beginning to think van is right. human beings are like fungi - they always need something to cling on to, someone to depend on so they can survive. i need someone, something i can depend on - and the fact is at present i have no one, nothing. at least while taking the A levels or in school - i had a routine to hold on to, something to keep me afloat no matter how flimsy. i'll admit it, i AM a leech, i AM a mushroom, i AM. that's a fact, and the present circumstances are slowly sapping me dry of life.
+ posted by M @ 10:01 PM
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