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Storyboard Directed Comments Takes Exists
Sunday, August 2, 2009 at 6:16 AM
You tell me these things, what am I to do? 
"You will lose out."
"I want more from you."
"You can't do it."
"Perfect poise."
"I want you to not lose out."
"Triple the work."
"There must be a mistake how I brought you up"
"I should not have been to lenient."
"The medication is to help you."
"You good for nothing."
"You are not given enough homework."
"You need to put triple the work then what others put in."
"Why do you have so many scars?!"

I hate how things are so perfect. So damned flawless. Why. Why does some things so freaking perfect? I can't stand it. I can't. It was not what I wanted to hear from you both. A mistake? I'm a mistake? Why does so much people expect so much from me? It's like walking on a very fine  line and not being able to do it but there's not walking back, seeing the other family members doing it with such perfection. And then I can't and get reprimanded for it. I'm so sorry, my medical bills, all my medicine. All of it. Must have caused you both your savings. I don't expect much from you both, knowing I am down with this. I don't expect more. I swear I don't. I'm not jealous at any one. I don't want things others want. Maybe I don't mind not having both your attention at all. I don't. Because I know I'm a burden. I've always burden others. I'm sorry I can't attain anything. I should have berated myself worse then what I used to. I hate it. How things are so perfect. So damned flawless... I'm a burden. I don't want to burden others... It doesn't matter anymore. I tried. Maybe... Just not hard enough. I've not done enough. It's not enough.

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 6:16 AM.


Sunday, August 2, 2009 at 6:16 AM
You tell me these things, what am I to do? 
"You will lose out."
"I want more from you."
"You can't do it."
"Perfect poise."
"I want you to not lose out."
"Triple the work."
"There must be a mistake how I brought you up"
"I should not have been to lenient."
"The medication is to help you."
"You good for nothing."
"You are not given enough homework."
"You need to put triple the work then what others put in."
"Why do you have so many scars?!"

I hate how things are so perfect. So damned flawless. Why. Why does some things so freaking perfect? I can't stand it. I can't. It was not what I wanted to hear from you both. A mistake? I'm a mistake? Why does so much people expect so much from me? It's like walking on a very fine  line and not being able to do it but there's not walking back, seeing the other family members doing it with such perfection. And then I can't and get reprimanded for it. I'm so sorry, my medical bills, all my medicine. All of it. Must have caused you both your savings. I don't expect much from you both, knowing I am down with this. I don't expect more. I swear I don't. I'm not jealous at any one. I don't want things others want. Maybe I don't mind not having both your attention at all. I don't. Because I know I'm a burden. I've always burden others. I'm sorry I can't attain anything. I should have berated myself worse then what I used to. I hate it. How things are so perfect. So damned flawless... I'm a burden. I don't want to burden others... It doesn't matter anymore. I tried. Maybe... Just not hard enough. I've not done enough. It's not enough.

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 6:16 AM.


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Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

OLD ENOUGH
Contemplating College
Badminton School Team



Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
College
Drama

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