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Saturday, February 19, 2011

Sometimes...I just wonder whether I'm appreciated for who I am. I suddenly caught a bout of sianness/angst and it needs to be spilt somewhere. Sometimes I feel like a tool; people only interact with me when they need me, rather than because they want to...Like I'm being used as 'a means to an end'. Sigh.

Wesley at 11:42 PM