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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, March 1, 2009
Cause it's over . I'm over him, unofficially . I'm getting there . No worries people, I'll be alright . Heck, I am alright . I'll be back to my morning . You'll see, you'll all see ! I'm running out of songs to listen to -.- Man, tragic tragic tragic . It's a Sunday already, how time flies . I'm surprised I'm not bruised from yesterday's training, oh JOY ! Next training's on Tuesday, please please please rain . I have nothing on tomorrow, 'cept for CD informal training . I don't know whether I'm going or not . If Hafiz going, then I go . Can kacau my juniors . I know, I'm not in CD, yet, I'm going for their training . Like some KPO like that . They ask me to come what, it's not like I was uninvited or anything of that sort . I have manners people ! I ask first . Oh yes, RACHEL ! Thank you for keeping me company through the phone on Thursday . I will eat chocolate and think about you . Hah . But I'm not gonna stuff myself with those chocolate bars till I grow exponentially, just till I'm satisfied, Or when my lips go numb and clammy ;D - Raise your glass high . |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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