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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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not being able to stand up for an idea is; suffocating, to put it kindly.
to be different, and to be able to make others see why i do some things differently- have them understand, even if they won't accept it is enough. as it should be, i reckon. there are things even i could not accept, things i don't even want to understand. i'm the same in that aspect. i just need to let myself get used to the fact that talking about my differing opinions can turn ugly, and i should always try to see things from anothers' perspective, but i should do myself justice and let my own opinions be heard. because. because they taught me principles that were different from what i'm learning by watching them. their lessons were ideal and practical, and achievable, surely, but- how could it-? Passive Aggresive One-Liner
Malaysia is a pretty racist country.
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