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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, February 22, 2009
our last night . Sunday, the last day for me to use the laptop . Good bye, to all that is tragic in this world . Sorry, talking crap as usual ;D I have this sudden urge to visit HGS again . I don't know why . My childhood days are really getting to me . Maybe because I miss the times where I would hang out alone, Sitting by myself during recess, Munching on cold ice-cream . While the other girls gossiped and talked trash . I was, ONCE, a very lonely lonely person . Anyway, I'm this close to finally complete reading my Qur'an . Sorry for the bad grammar . I can't be bothered with English right now . I know I should be " story-telling " about what happened yesterday, but I wont :D Cause nothing interesting happened . Although, I did bump into Shazana, who, if I'm not mistaken, was checking my boyfriend out . Heh, I don't blame her . Heck, I don't blame no one . I'm such a modest samaritan :D * grins * teenage angst, shattered dreams & ambitions . This would be a great tittle for a book ! Take note future authors/writers to be :D |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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