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Hard Times.


9 Hardest Times of Your Life:


♥Being questioned when you yourself don't understand.
-Got that right. It would be seriously hard to answer a question when you yourself don't understand the thing that is being questioned to you.

♥Pretending to be innocent of what you know about.
-Woo. Can really relate to this one. Damn. This is hard.


♥Trying to forget something you know you never will.
-Talk about the stupid thing we call LOVE.

♥Admitting you were wrong after you have been so insistent that you were right.
-It is hard. And not to mention absolutely and totally embarassing.

♥Debating with yourself.
-I always do this one. It's hard to debate with yourself. You contradict every damn thing that you say. So stupid.

♥Accepting the fact that some things are not meant to be.
-Well, if we really want that something, it would be really hard to accept that fact.

♥Trying to understand when you just can't.
-Talk about Chemistry. Stupid subject.
*arghh.

♥Realizing that you have been tricked after you've given your whole trust.
-This is not only hard. This irritates me and makes me soooo damn mad.

♥Parting and letting go of someone you've loved all your life.
-Yeahh. Hard, sad, and very depressing . I would never wanna lose anyone that I love. Never. Awww.
*sniff sniff.



-becluhh♪

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