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miss and missing
Saturday, December 17, 2005
People surround me often miss someone, boys and girls friends, best friends, or even those who have been expelled from this world. Why we need to miss someone? Miss is one kind of passionate that i seldom use it. But still, it exists in my deep inside that u can never explore. I miss you, i miss you, I miss you, every "you" i called represent someone. I miss someone that have been missing out from my life, i miss someone that live far apart from me. I am dreadfully being trapped by this passionate all the time NOW.

I don want to live long, cos living as a Human make me misery all the time. I cannot bear with all kind of emotional that drag me to darkness. However, even though i hate to be here, still, i want to go on, i ought to move on, with all kinds of bitter passionate, even though they abused my soul, i will bear with them. I always think that i born to be sad, or to be more accurate, born with sadness, sad is a part of my spirit. So, when something is already deep inside, it can never cure, like disease....

I am on the way to my future, i often feel like quiting, but you have made me continue, even though it really kill me sometimes, when i am feeling down, something will pull me up, i know is you. i will try to love myself, i will try to appreciate my life.........i will try....................is trying that make me move on, step by step. I feel nothing happy, i move on because i ought to do so, commit suicide can't cure anything, to live alife is to dry your tears......i hope you understand........i will still end up hating myself by going till my life end up.