Sunday, October 3, 2010

I quarrelled with my family.
I walked out of the house. I cried. I walked alone. I cried alone.

In the past, whenever I quarrelled with my family, there'll always be a number for me to dial. There'll always be a person I'll cry running to.

Now. I'm just all alone and I can't deny my weakness...

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