People become happy but they sometimes are wounded. wounds could be inside or outside but the feeling is still the same. we're hurt, physically or emotionally. We may hate the fact that we go crazy to someone who doesn't give a piece of shit about us but on the contrary it satisfies our mind with the thoughts that make us happy by making a simple
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dear, you're not alone..
me too~
mine's too complicated~
I wish I could just rant it out..=_="
and if that name you just have written right over there was me..
dear, I'm not a stalker~ XD
i can see your posts whenever you posted one~
and I would just simply read it~ >.<
but i love the thought of you mentioning my name..♥
*hug you tight*
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i was once a stalker but only a stalker of one person hihihihihi :>
haha of course, you are the only one who can read my post :)
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