15 august 1995
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Scars tell you where you've been, but they don't dictate where you are going.
I'm a little afraid for tomorrow, god knows why.
Its the last competition before stepdown. I really hope i'll get something out of it.
Give our best tomorrow girls! ^^
Probably a little too sensitive, but i cant take the judgement you're casting on me.
Those eyes, they're fake.
I took back my words, and im doubting them myself.
For as long as i could, i kept mum. I bottled everything up. Everything.
I didnt think it'd hurt so much. Simply a few words, a few actions, and indifference.
I recalled how i got upset over friends. Then i realised, i played a part too.
I didnt do it delibrately. In fact, i told no one. No one at all.
And its suffocating, when things come crashing and you're alone. No matter how much struggling, no one realises.
I wished i could let it all out. But something's holding me back.
Its just tough to abandon some things. Hesitation? Incertainty? I dont know.
I made a promise to myself: To rely on myself and let it go.
Yet it isnt working.
I think about why i even care, when it didnt matter to anyone else.
Depressing, really.
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