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DEIANIRA JAE

?A unique name for an equally unique individual.

?Kicking ass since the All Souls' Day of 1990.

?A mass communication student from the Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila.

?Inspired by Jessica Zafra.

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Friday, October 3, 2008

It's shit knowing that I couldn't express my feelings into words through blogging. I mean, this is a blog. People are supposed to rant and rave whatever they want to. This is the beauty of writing; limitless. It knows no boundaries. Write whatever you want to.

So why couldn't I?

The last few days were a daze. I am numb from stress and exhaustion and I have this inexplicable feeling deep within me that I can't quite put a finger on.

It's weird. I wanna burst everything out and yet something seems to be stopping me. I'm dying to pour this....something but I don't know what it is. Frustrating. And there's this something that I want to do/see but....I don't know! Wah!

This is pure crap, I know. I'm sure that no one would be able to comprehend. And that makes it even sadder. All my thoughts are jumbled inside my mind and there is very little chance that it would organize themselves. It has to start with me. But I myself can't even understand what the shit am I thinking.

Pure shit. Nobody even deserved to be fed with all these crap. Good luck na lang sakin.