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Saturday, January 1, 2011

im sorry for being immature.
im sorry for not changing myself.
im sorry for saying things without thinking.
im sorry for not being able to handle things properly.
im sorry for everything.

after all, everything comes from my childish self. im just a little girl who have not grown up to think like an adult. it's time for me to change. infact, i should have change since the past few years when im with you. perhaps, i just need someone to guide me along my maturity period.

somehow, i think back .. its not that i want to be like this.. its just that i have been too independent that i need some space to be like a kid.. since young, i didnt get to feel like how those other kids get to feel.. i need some love.. some care.. someone to pamper me when im down.. someone to cheer me up like how dads cheer their children when they are down.. i miss all those childhood times.. maybe that is why i have always been like this.. its been 11 years or more that i didnt get to feel the touch and the love from someone who i can take as a father or at least, someone who can embrace me with all his love..

i know.. this is the new start of the year.. and this year, im turning 18.. yes, i know.. but i dont know why this feeling of being like a kid is still there in me.. it's like im yearning for more love and care.. i see the little kids out there with their parents, i get very jealous of them.. everytime i try to keep it away from my mind.. but today i really cant.. and especially now, im too stressed out with everything.. that i feel i really need someone to love me so much till the extend that i am spoilt. to really show concern.. to allow me to be pampered..

im sorry.. its just the period of me being more like a kid than a teenager.. im like a pity soul which always seek for someone to cuddle with.. and to be able to act like a small girl.. even when im at home, i will always go to my youngest sister and hug her like i want to be pampered. i dont know why im like this. but this is what i am really feeling.

tears keep on rolling down my cheeks right now.. i feel so down.. so terrible.. I DONT KNOW WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME !!! am i having some kind of depression ? I REALLY NEED SOMEONE.

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