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For some strange reason, i felt a little dull today but there wasnapos;t anything stark in the ambience to trigger that gloominess residing in my soul. It was until at night, a while ago when the stars have ran away and all i see in the pitch black sky was the faint blotch of
moon with its seemingly lingering traces of mist. The rivulets of rain tapped on my head and the table and i did not bother today, probably because i was bottled up by something more severe, something that i could not completely explain. Sometimes, sadness comes as a full force, accumulated and endured through many occasions and when it comes thrusting at you, you just feel like waving the white flag and lie in the mud; perhaps that would be a good closure.

talking did make things better although no action was executed; i think in a way, communicating is a form of a placebo effect for the tortured souls, although not the entity of a problem
is directed across, but the gist is there and there is a reciprocation - there is a person to listen, be it judging or not; this isnapos;t what a diary can do exactly. If i can talk to my iris or she is a person, i am sure she will be bored by my perennial drone of words and contradicting beliefs. Sometimes i feel weird if have to voice out my frustrations or sorrows to a friend because i donapos;t want them to think that i need them only when i am sad and more often that not, i want to share the happy things with them as well. I always thought that i will bog them down with my complications and this was not what i desired. I cried two days before i went genting when i was talking with my best friend and one day after i returned from genting, i accidentally cried while confiding with a close friend. About all that was perturbing me. I am not exactly like that normally, in fact, i donapos;t like to tear in front of people but it has been a winding week and seems like everything that i have kept close within myself is pricking me. I just need some form of advice, anything to serve as a balm. And just now while talking, i almost teared.

whatapos;s wrong? am i creating a mountain out of a molehill? who created this molehill in the first place?

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