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Now I can breathe
turn my insides out and smother me.
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M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period. Tagboard
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Sunday, January 18, 2009
I lost myself in your big blue eyes. Sunday, Bloody Sunday . hah, its a song people ! well, my draft for the freaking essay is complete! i just wrote crap, but its more than 200 words :D i think, didn't bother to count . RIZAN, i haven't make your brownies yet, but i remembered. did you remember my five bucks ? my sister's sneakky, wasn't expecting her to be like that . hah . currently sms-ing Syafiqin. random -.- lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala, F.R.I.E.N.D.S. rocks ! woooooooooooooooooooooooh. i need to edit some stuffs, but i lazy . hah, FRIENDSTER lagging lar ! " REJECTED, REJECTED, yeahh you just got REJECTED. R-E-J-E-C-T-E-D REJECTED! " - Zoey 101 . |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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