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I am not understanding.
I was not born that way.
I never wished to be.

I do not wish to understand.
I shall not understand.
I SHALL NOT UNDERSTAND.

Time changes things.
Even 5minutes n things can change.
sometimes when things change, they cannot change back anymore.

Sometimes, Once the moment is lost, u can never get it back.

once the moment is lost... u can never have it back again.

I do not wish to share.
And i refuse to understand.
...
unfortunately understanding is not a conscious choice.
i do not Want to understand.

This is my blog.
My blog.
it was originally meant to be anonymous anyways.

My blog.
I do wat i want.

I own apple pie.
Everybody can have a piece of my apple pie.
But i cant have my apple pie because it is mine.
N wen it is mine, things are not that simple.
Wen it is mine, it is assumed that i can have my pie.
So others that want my pie think that they can borrow and den give it back.
Think that they can have a little because the rest is still mine.
Think that i shud understand... that i shud share my pie.
But wen everybody takes my pie... it is not my pie anymore.
Wen everybody takes my pie... I cant have my pie even when i am starving.
Because nobody noes that i am starving.
And i cant tell that i am starving because other people are starving too.
But it is MY pie.
maybe i shudnt own this pie anymore..
Maybe i shud own cheesecake...Cheesecake that no one else wants.

This is MY blog.

my phone is offed btw...
when its blank u dun stare.