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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

bewilderment

My mom doesn't nag.
In fact she hardly tells me what to do with my life unless she sees I'm really screwing it up
(like now).

But just 2 hours ago after dinner we had a long chat (it's been a while since we did) and it's concerning how I should brace myself up and hold my head up high again. She can't stand what I'm doing to myself now and is rather shaken by my actions.

I mean I do know I'm not being myself for the past 9 months at least but if it reaches a stage when you feel humiliated to be told stuff like that by your mom, you'll know how bad it's gone.



My question here is:
Eddie, just what did you tell her?

(i'm puzzled)
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10:37 pm


Do you wannabe a superstar?