oh man. i can't believe this. i'm like in the middle. AGAIN. seriously. i should stop trying to solve other people's problems cos i seem to be making things worse, especially when i'm just an outsider in this case.

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so many things to do. so little time.

was suddenly thinking of what people would say on my tombstone [if say i happen to get one] when i die. something like this i guess:

here lies a tomboyish girl with barely an inch of unrebellious hair on her forehead, spending her spare time keeping herself busy away from the time she's supposed to spend with friends, family and herself. she spends so much time away helping other people that she hasn't got the time to help those closest to her. she knew about this for a really REALLY long time but she can't get away. simply addicted. but it's too late for her now. may all of those who read this bear in mind that there's more to life than just chasing that paper qualification and wanting to always feel needed. sometimes, the person who needs you more is yourself.

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right. this is getting painfully sad. note to self: get a clown to write my life story. at least it'll probably be more cheerful.