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It would be that easy.

I hate and I really can't stand it anymore.

Sometimes, I just feel like ending it all. It would be easy, get swallow dettol of something, but there was always a reason for me not to - and I fear the day the reason goes away.

I hate being compared. No, I can't BE another Lauren Helfrich, I can't score an A for Maths, I can't get distinctions, I can't be ordered about and unlike her, I RESENT BEING COMPARED.

I hate the way my grandmother goes about bitching to her bimbotic friends about how one grandaughter is going to be the next Thomas Edison - and THIS GRANDAUGHTER IS GOING TO BE STUCK IN SEC 1 FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE.

I hate it.

It's things like that, that make me want to end it all. Won't it be better?

I might rot in hell but I'll escape her bitchiness.

It wasn't my fault and I sure as hell not going to apologize. I try not to let her bitching get to me - but I can't.

I'm a failure. I'll be stuck in Sec 1 forever. So what? At least I have integrity and I the only thing that keeps me alive are you guys. My friends.

Like a stone - Audioslave

On a cold wet

afternoon

no room for love and emptiness

by a freeway

i confess i was lost in the pages

of a book

full of death

reading how we'll die alone

and if a god will lay to rest

anywhere we want to go

in your house

i long to be

room by room

patiently

i'll wait for you there

like a stone

i'll wait for you there

alone

and on my death bed

i will prey

to the gods and the angels

like a pagan

to anyone who will take me to heaven

to a place

i would recall

i was there so long ago

the sky was bruised

the world was black

and there you led me on

in your house

i long to be

room by room

patiently

i'll wait for you there

liek a stone

i'll wait for you there

alone

in all i read

till the day was gone

and i sat in regret

in all the things i've done

for all that i've blessed

and all that i've wronged

in dreams till my death

i will wonder on

in your house

i long to be

room by room

patiently

i'll wait for you there

like a stone

i'll wait for you there

alone

alone

~Mel

9:36 p.m. - 2003-06-20

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