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Tuesday, October 4 . 5:25 pm

sometimes i get all sorts of surprises, and loads of conflicting emotions.
i thought my judgement of people around me were good, but they aren't.
i don't truly realise those who really care, those who bother to talk to me, or those supporting me quietly from behind. take them all for granted.
those who i habitually assume as nice people or good confidantes, they aren't that approachable "internally".
there are of course people whom i can trust, confide in whenever and ever, and have heart-to-heart chats with during my "emo-ish nights". they're the best. ♥ very few, but precious.
i do treasure the people around me, in my way; the zoe way.