im just ploughing on to my misery that never fail to carve the word paranoia,and at times when im not down,i smile and laugh,holding my hurt deep inside me.

i know you will be reading this,bestfriend.
i hate you so.i am feeling so much hatred towards you when i shouldn't be.im confuse by my own thoughts and feelings.why are you doing this to me?why am i feeling this way?you should have known me better.you could have reacted politely.you were there.you knew exactly what happen.you knew how hurt i was.yet,the picture is still unclear for you to see.im hurt.im hurt.im hurt.hurt by what you're doing.hurt by what i see.hurt by what i hear.hurt.hurt.hurt.read between the lines.read between the lines.read between the lines.

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it still hurt,like a gaping wound,and every of your contact with you-know-who added a handful of salt.
im too paranoid.its my fault.ignore the post.ignore the post.im sorry.