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Sunday, October 27, 2013


strength in numbers


I know everyone thinks time will heal everything and slowly, if I seem to not be bothered by it anymore, I am fine.

I don't think it's that easy, and I'm very much reminded of it almost everywhere I go, by everything I do, and worse of all, by things people around me. It's painful how people treat it like a joke.


I get scared of small things, of little things. I don't trust people that easily anymore. I'm not jaded, I've just been hurt.

But I'm determined I will survive. Chancing upon an operation like this just makes me feel even more determined.

I'm not alone.

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I write about my everyday experiences & pen down my thoughts in this lil' space. I read, listen to music, have a passion in language, love makeup and most of all, I observe. I really like learning.

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