Showin' how funky strong is your fight.
Friday, January 18, 2008
{ 7:55 PM on '' }


Was digging through old photos some time ago and found, among other things, this.



Cousin and I from way back then. I wonder if she remembers how much fun we had playing at our grandmother's place, with her twin elder brothers bullying us all the time. Of course, now we dont even say a word to each other when we meet. Things change, people change.

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Self-loathe. One step forward, ten steps back. It's no wonder the finishing line is never in sight. The worst part is, everything is self-inflicted. Wherefore art thou, faith? Maybe I am a masochist.

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I normally hate incoherent, cryptic posts like this, but thoughts are extremely fragmented and there really isn't anything much to say.

MARYAM (:
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