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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

URGENT- Mental-defective issues

oh yes, that i-ABHOR-myself syndrome's attacking me again.
hand me a gun, someone- just shoot me.

i have this goddamned low self-tolerance on critiscisms that it takes only one holy soul with one trivial comment (which i regard it as ridiculously major) to strip off the self-confidence that's inclining weakly on me all this while.

i keep telling myself to bucker up and shut my ears the hell off about what they say. but somehow, there's just this inner me that's wholely vulnerable, too fragile for just even a feather to fall upon.

oh, look.
i've just posted a humiliating entry about myself to the whole world!
; that ultra vulnerability in me.

get me an aunty agony, someone.

(will be away on a holiday from tomorrow till the seventeenth to malacca. just feel like making an announcement; well, not that if anyone cares about it anyway; only the significant confidant/confidantes.)

Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

xo,