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The best revenge you can have for the one that broke your heart is
to show them you're perfectly capable of being happy without them


Wednesday, July 28, 2010 11:27 PM
Had a very very very very deep cry today.
Around 5pm , Mr Danny started to be very serious in the talks.
I'm really afraid as he raised his voice and slam the board.
I can see veins strumming out of his necks.
My eyes are red, but didn't dare to shed any tear until I really can't hold any longer.
Lights off, everyone's head down.
Mr Danny started the talk about family.
The whole enclosed room is filled with tears, sorrow, guilt and noises of people sucking up their mucus.
At that point of time, the room is mostly filled up with the word, GUILT.
Yes, All of us were guilty towards the attitude to our parents.
Never realized that we're wrong till this moment.
Tears couldn't stop flowing even after the talk.
Tears keep flowing while the song "Child" was being played.
Lights on, tried to put on smile to fake a Strong in front of friends.
Reached home, broke down into tears again since I'm all alone at home.
Cried all the way until I fell asleep.
Woke up 11pm, daddy & sister came home.
Tweeted xander a very Happy Birthday and off to bed again.
Swollen eyes are hot and heavy.

Rebecca
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