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    I can't you tell you what it is...
    Thursday, June 10, 2010, 1:44 PM
    .. but I can tell you what it feels like.

    School dismissal was rather early today, class was cancelled except for EFC. 2.4KM run was cancelled too, I was looking forward for it, but damn, it did not happened. It will be held next term instead. So I carried my shoe bag for no fucking reason? Argh!

    I met Haziq, like finally? Its been ages since we last met. So we went to Mac, ordered McChicken meal with the drink upsize of course - you will get a pink cup today and it will last till next week, so grab it now while you still can, by can means cash.

    Okay, I don’t really like putting my personal shit out in the open or anything but whether someone reads this or not this is supposed to be my blog so I’m going to write this for me.

    I’ve never been the type of person to hold hate in my heart. I believe in loving one another and I always try to see out the good in people even in bad people and even in the people who have wronged me in my life, I am always able to move on and not hate.

    Lately, I’m letting hate into my heart and I’m letting it brew inside of me and I feel like I’m thinking like I wouldn’t usually think and I get angry easier and more irritable and it’s been harder for me to see the good in people now. When you allow yourself to let hate enter your heart you start to become someone you don’t wanna be and that’s what’s happening to me.

    It’s not that I hate a particular person for who they are but I feel as if I am beginning to allow myself to hate this person for what they’ve done to me.

    I know I need to let it go so that I can deal with how I feel but it is so fucking hard and it’s fucking up everything in my life because I haven’t let it go and I’m trying.

    Fuck. Seriously, FUCK.

    “Hatred comes from the heart, contempt from the head; and neither are within our control”
    - Arnold Schopenhauer


    Don’t let it consume you.