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He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
- Isiah 40: 29-31

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Friday, 19 October 2007

I was reading through my old notebook and shivering because I couldn't face the strength of emotion I felt back then. I wanted to stop but I made myself read all those letters, conversations, rants.

I guess it was kinda stupid of me to let old ghosts come back and haunt me, but I couldn't help it.

I considered telling you how pretty you looked tonight, but decided against it.

RAAAANT--

I hate gossip. I just hate it.
That's not to say I don't gossip. It's my vice too.
But honestly, who cares about which PITs are on probation or who cried when they got their papers back or who likes so-and-so and which people went for a concert together tonight? What purpose does it serve to flaunt how many people you know (but of course, you don't actually know them personally) and how long you can ramble about other people's business?
If they were really your friends, you wouldn't gossip about them. How would you feel if you knew people were discussing/judging you behind your back?
I wanted to tell the people behind me to SHUT UP. But of course, I didn't have the courage. It's the same thing every week.

I'm sorry. This is unlike me, but gossiping is just one of those things that make me burn.

//endrant

I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head,
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed

The world is so screwed up. Or maybe I'm the one that is.

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