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Saturday, September 24, 2011

23 Sept..


Whatever happened to talking things out? I'm half embarrassed to say I no longer find myself wanting to do that. It was so easy previously, but I guess we all changed. I don't know how to bring this topic across to you. I can't help feeling like a true bitch, although it's half true in other situations, but I really, really just don't know how to broach the subject anymore.

It's not as if it never was mentioned before. I dare say it has, and quite a few times at that. Things have come this far, and there is no room for regrets. It can no longer be changed. I'm really okay with it, I mean, I can just deal with it. I am capable of adapting to undesirable consequences, it's only a matter of whether it will be worth it? Don't know whether to just shrug it off and let people say "I told you so", or feel disappointed and keep it to myself..

Why don't you come talk to me instead? I realized I have been the one dealing with past similar situations head first. Not that I'm complaining, cause it really helped. This time, it's so same, yet vaguely different.

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