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Friday, May 6, 2011
Have you ever felt like the whole world is against you? Like you have no shoulders to lean on when you have to shed a tear or two, or a pair of listening ears for you to pour out your heart's burden. I'm feeling that these days. I have a hunch that most of my friends, seniors, juniors as well, dislike or probably detest me. I'm crying every night and wake up with eyes like fishballs. I remebered telling myself never to cry for any men. Guess what? I shed tears for this dude. How lame can that ever be? ): It's just, we were close and now, we barely speak to each other. Furthermore, he's changed. He literally tranformed into this bad boy which I truthfully dislike. He finally gathers enough courage to speak with girls now unlike last time. Tell me, what kind of friend likes their friend to change drastically and stop talking with you.

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