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when it rain, it pours

“when it rains, It pours” is an addedge that is soo befitting to my over all existence. It’s like I thrive on being a victim. From the out look of things it would seem so. I wonder if I was one of them? I took time to actually evaluate my whole life from the begining as far back as I can remember, to the present time and my brain hurts. It refused to remember everything. All it wants to do is to remember the bad things that happened. Why can’t I remember any happier times?

They come in three. I lost three loved ones with in six months, with in one year, each three months apart. 2006, march 15, my mother died. June 23, my father died. August 24, my favorite uncle feddie died. Since Dec. 30, 2007 I lost neneng1953. Two weeks later, I lost kissmethodonly. The following day, I lost Cebuana4u2u…all screenames in a virtual world with a lot of reality game. And the rain…. will continue to pour.

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