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[17 May 2007] Another burst of anger
Even if you call me suplada a million times, whatever you say, I will NEVER ever like him. Not in this world. Not in this lifetime. I don't want to be plastic for people to like me. And I don't want to be plastic either to people that I don't like. Don't force me to answer your question. PLEASE.

You don't think I realize it? Why are you forcing me to like him? Why are you so worried and do all these efforts to please him? Why do you have so many secrets, wanting to do this and that but offer no explanation? It's DISGUSTING, and I'm getting sick of it.

I am afraid to know it. To hear it from you. Even if it will set me free, I don't want to seek the truth. What if I'm right all along? I wouldn't know what I would do, what I'm capable of doing. And so, I beg you. Show me. Prove to me that there's nothing. That I was wrong all this time.

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