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Friday, December 30, 2011
2011
Honestly speaking, 2011 is like the worst year of my 18 years of life.
It's like life made a fool out of me. I got thrown around, scarred, stabbed, pushed, ran over.
But guess what, I'm still standing okay? Though I don't think I'm feeling very happy right now, but I'm still standing.

I won't let you know I still like you. Maybe, if I'm brave enough, I'll return everything you gave me. Every single thing.

I guess these wounds will never heal. Sigh. Buck up Cynthia. Stay away from him. Since you said that he's won, just let it be. Ignore everything related to him, don't talk to him anymore.

Even he lied, even he went back on his words. This proves that nobody can be trusted, no matter how much they do, they'll betray you and leave you someday just like how he and everyone did.

Dear 2011, be over asap. Dear me, get stm asap so I can forget everything
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