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People who are hurt are lucky.

Happiness is felt ten times more than someone who doesn’t know what pain is.

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For the past 6 days I’ve eaten the same meals for breakfast lunch and dinner. Chinese food - petchay, goodness, and weird soup. It tasted great. However, eating it for 6 days straight for bfast, lunch and dinner is tiring. Fatigued, I craved for burgers, fries and ice cream.

I guess it’s something like that.

I’ve always been OK.

I’ve never been hurt emotionally. :)

I must be lucky.

But no.

Somehow, I felt hurt about something I could not say to anyone. I don’t even mention it to myself.

I was hurt. Emotionally-yes.

Instead of pushing it away like normal people would do, I welcomed it with all my heart.

It felt ridiculously good.

It was strange. It was painful. I felt my stomach twist and turn and my breathing becomes heavy. I feel sad. Like I don’t want to feel it again. I feel like crying and I sorta did. Sort of.

I feel angry and mad.

I feel… different.

I love everything new right?

I loved this one.

I still feel sad though.

It made things different and it was entertaining in my part.

I still don’t know myself.

I am happy to know that I can be hurt by something…

by someone.

haha

stupid.