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Yosely. Cily. Jo. 郭臻璎。
Full time student. Translator and tutor.
Sarcasm plus cynicism mixed with genuine concern.
LOVE reading.
SHOEaholic.
Addicted to Western TV series.
Introvert AND extrovert at the same time.



wish list
NO REGRET
college again, major in Japanese literature
move out from Medan
a new phone
♥ a new digital camera
♥ great main job + fun side job
♥ certainty ;)

next to read
Wuthering Heights ~ Emily Brontë
The Book of Tomorrow ~ Cecelia Ahern
那个女孩叫 Feeling ~ 藤井树

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Not Fifteen Anymore
Wednesday, April 13, 2011 @ 11:39 AM

J has always said the same thing again and again, "It's not always about you."

Oh, yeah, I have this amazing talent to make (or think that) the world revolve around me. Only me. When things go wrong, I trace them back to me. When things are superb, I assume they happen because of me. What a selfish brat I am. An excellent drama queen to be exact.

Have been trying my very best to omit this annoying trait of mine and I thought I dealt with it pretty well. Until last night.

Dear you,

I'm sorry.

I now know why (and how) you say I'm self-centered. Never did I consider the probability that you're having tough days. If I had known earlier what you're going through, I wouldn't have bothered you with my unimportant whines. Instead of calming you down, I put more burden to your shoulder.

I seriously feel like a worthless piece of crap. Useless and annoying.

I apologize for being so insensitive.

Without wax,
C

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