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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.
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Friday, December 10, 2010
I just gotta breathe slow.
I feel so overwhelmed.
I'm going to cry but I can't pinpoint the exact reason as to why I feel like crying.
I just feel unhappy.
I'm not supposed to take it too hard? But isn't that my responsibility?
So do I tell you or do I keep quiet?
Do I just continue scolding and worrying or do I try to put a stop to it once and for all?
Its ridiculous if I think that this is overwhelming. I've yet to come to the real world.
So maybe I should try to look for an alternative. I should. There should be one. Yep.
Insyallah. I'll find a way.
& I've told you before & I'll tell you again,
Don't show me your ego. I already have mine.