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sometimes

sad. very sad. sometimes life sucks, in fact, from where i'm standing, life sucks all the time. i'm in no mood to blog sense right now, sometimes you think you have it all figured out, but it has a funny nasty little way of telling you to go *beep* yourself. sometimes you meet someone, and sometimes you really like that someone. i mean really really like them. sometimes you like them so much you can't help that small somewhere-within-you feeling that whispers this is it.

sometimes you believe in that whisper (for the whisper will be making sense) so much you start building. you start building, and, when you finish, you take a look at the castles you have built. sometimes you adore the castles so much you can't even get yourself amazed at your own craftsmanship, so much you cannot credit yourself as one who managed to defy gravity and build them in air. sometimes you build a reality that can never exist (only you dont know it yet) and you give yourself a nice little pat on the back (as awkward as it is). sad, sometimes its very sad.

sad how you dream of things. sad how you always think that will never happen to me. sad how you can be soooo heartbroken, when you suddenly discover, the castles wont stand in air (remember Newton invented force and said let F=ma), and that the only reality is that, that someone you love, that someone cannot be with you, and sometimes the greatest pain is its not because that someone cannot love you back, but the simple little fact that life sucks.

so sometimes you find yourself posting to your blog, with all said and written, you sign off like you always do (for the blog cares not not that you have overdone it now),

i am manulite

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