Live With No Regrets ♥

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♥ Live With No Regrets .

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ANGELA LAI
the happy girl who lives with no regrets.

She likes to busk in the limelight,
and enjoys capturing attention.
I do not live in the shadow of others
and i HATE to be forgotten.

I do what i say,
And, i say what i feel.

You think you know me?
Think TWICE before u judge.

Here, i do my constant ranting.
Here, i update my camwhoring photos.
Everything here are purely MY opinions,
and u don't have to agree with me.
If my narcissism scares u,
leave me alone.

its easy to ask "are you ok?"
and the shortest answer is "im ok."

it saves you all the trouble of explaining.

there is a difference between a group of people and a group of friends.

a group of people tend to be more cruel and insensitive,
as they ride on each other for entertainment value.

a group of friends know where the line is and will be more sensitive,
they bastard each other and have enough fun and stop.

it is sad to see that you have to feed on anothers' uniqueness
and make out some entertainment for a topic of conversation.

...

i wish i was braver.
i wish i can stand up for myself.

i always try my best to understand others.
why cant some do the same?

i understand that sometimes its all in the name of fun, with no ill intentions.
but why is it so hard to understand whatever it is,
you still have to draw a line.

i know its my fault for not being assertive enough to draw the line.
tell me what i can do for you insensitive peeps to see it.
"fuck you"
walk off
cry
violence

i hate myself for being so weak.
my only way of releasing my emotions is crying.

i dont speak up for myself or give tight slaps
not because im ok with all the jokes,
because i know i can only speak with tears flowing down.

tears not of sadness or victimization,
but tears of anger.

you dont want to see me lose my cool.

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