All love that has not friendship for its base,
Is like a mansion built upon the sand.
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Friday, January 06, 2006
I was once always asked myself, why am i here? What is the purpose that push the God to put me here? i get no answer.

I always hope myself can disappear cause living does not really make me feel happy. Maybe myself no need to be happy, or maybe i don deserve to be happy, so to disappear is the best choice for me to end misery. I disappear all the time. I cannot remember what i have done during my primary age, i was disappeared...no longer a me in primary. People disapeared all the time, during every stages they have gone through in their life. Time could never turn back, I disappear every minutes and seconds, cause i am impossible traced back to the me of 5 minutes before.......life renders me misery....i caught between life n death.....

After all, i am still here...staying with misery n holding nothing in my hand....