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What I am was born in me. It’s a part of who I am, who my family is, who we all are as a tribe — it’s the reason why we’re still here.
I’d hate to shatter the dream world you live in — the one where the sun is orbiting the place where you stand — so I won’t tell you how little I care what your problem is. Go. Away.
Normal humans run away from monsters, Bella. And I never claimed to be normal. Just human.
It had been so confusing. Dying to kill him. Afraid to hurt her. My friends in the way.
For a tiny space, I was disappointed. What? No magic visions, no formidable offensive abilities like, oh, shooting lightning bolts from my eyes or something? Nothing helpful or cool at all?
I was actually waiting for something to happen.
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Friday, December 18, 2009, 4:31 AM

DAMN IT!!!
I HATE MYSELF!!!

i'm always not being myself..
people always have these thoughts..
'what's wrong with that girl?'
'is she mad at us?'
'jeez.. stop giving us that glare?'
'what's with the attitude?'

):
i hate myself when people said that..
what am i suppose to do?
why am i a two-persons-in-me type of person..
why can't i just be myself?

i'm an immature girl and joke and fooling around when i encounter embarrasing moments of myself..
bleah..
why i can't be like that?
just let loose, have fun..
damn..

is God punishing me by doing this..
*sigh*
my life is getting terrible and more terrible everytime...