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1:05 AM Friday, December 12, 2008
Everyone does mistakes. Some mistakes are little, forgivable ones. Some mistakes are big but still forgivable. Some mistakes are not only big, but they are unforgivable.

I guess i'm an all-rounder for this.

I'm just a sucker from them. Even when I never intend to do one, they just come to me, like a magnet.

I did a mistake. And it's unforgivable. And I hurt someone. And I don't know why I did it.

Tonight is a hell of a night. Battling with my headache, myself and everything else in the world. At one point, I was already going crazy. Locking the door, thinking of what to do since I'm alone in the room. No one would know. At this point I feel like no one does care anyway.

It will be very quiet. I think it's best that it's quiet for me. I won't be looking for anyone, and no one will be looking for me. Solitude.

Solitude for punishment. From everyone.

My mind's already in a mess. Now, I'm beyond messy. Now I'm just no one.

Tomorrow will be a hard day for me. Acting it out. I don't want to laugh, yet i have to. I don't want to eat, but I have to. As it is now, I'm fighting my tears back. I can't cry in front of my family. No way. Never.

I just want to go home. In my room. Where I can cry for now.

Punishment.
Punishment.
Punishment.
Punishment.
Punishment.
Punishment.

Perhaps the best thing for you, is if I am no more. Then I can never hurt you.
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