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Life was never fair. Live like that and you will live.
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Some day I'll make you regret what you did.
Some day you'll realise what you actually are.
I told you I lost an aunt and my friend you can fucking take it as nothing happened. Yes, it may mean nothing to you and you can cry and after that forget. You can watch them being cremated and burnt and after that forget. You can attend the funeral and forget everything. But I can't. They are someone to me. So wash your brain and leave me alone.
You will regret it someday and I'll never forget how you treat me. So ya go on loving your dear son if you think he is that precious to you while I am a wholesome lot of junk to you that I have to do everything.

One fine day you will regret it. :>