In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
/White Oleander, Janet Fitch
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I srsly do not know what I want most of the time. Even when it comes to something as simple and mundane like the weather. When it's hot, it's too hot. When it's cold, it's too cold. I complain too much I think.
And then, there are times when I get what I want (or thought I want), only to find out that I do not want it afterall. Do I then have to get what I want, to know what I truly do not want ?
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