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Damned In Wanderland

New Entry! - September 17, 2003

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Wag Mo Na Sana

Naiinis na ako sa iyo, bakit mo ba ako ginaganito? Ikaw ba ay naguguluhan, saking tunay na nararamdaman sa iyo?

Ano pa ba dapat na gawin pa sa aking pananamit at pananalita, upang iyong mapagbigyan pansin aking paghahanap at pagtingin sa iyo?

Wag mo na sana akong pahirapan pa. Kung ayaw mo sakin ay sabihin mo lang. Huwag mo na sana akong ipaasa sa wala, oo na, mahal na kung mahal kita.

Ano pa ba dapat na gawin ko upang malaman mo ang nadarama ko, upang iyong mapagbigyan pansin aking paghahanap at pagtingin sa iyo?

Wag mo na sana akong pahirapan pa. Kung ayaw mo sakin ay sabihin mo lang. Huwag mo na sana akong ipaasa sa wala, oo na, mahal na kung mahal kita. Oo na, mahal na kung mahal kita...

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Sorry. I accidentally deleted the lyrics for Shiver (the lyrics of the song that was here before this one!). If you want it, Just..email me. Or...post it in the tagboard. Whichever. Or...even better, FIND IT YOURSELF!

Shiver, by Coldplay.

Updated 9:51pm, September 17, 2003

I'm so fucked up...I'm really really messed up.

I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I'm so damn useless!

I must've done something wrong. I mean...

This isn't supposed to affect me.

I want to be a kid again. I want to be seven. I want to be in first grade. I want...I just want things to be simple.

I really don't know what's wrong with me now...

Shit. This is just...so...agh. I want to break down and cry, but I just don't want to. I just want to know why.

I'm dying inside, and no one seems to care. Or to notice.

Would it be a big problem if I was erased from the face of the world? Would anybody miss me? Or would I just be a bad memory that everyone wants to forget?

Damn....I just want to give up.

I am a numb, emotionless animate object that's just here. Will always be here.

I'll always be here. Just waiting.

For what, I don't know. Maybe for someone to come along and pick me up and hold me for a while.

Or someone to tell me that I've got better stuff to do, that I can do much better. That I hold meaning for that person. That I matter.

Maybe I just don't?

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