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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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Saturday, May 16, 2009
It's been about three months now. I'm back from Johor. I'm off to watch Bride Wars. Seafood was the best btw. Currently bickering with Rasyid. And to my dearest B. Cheeeeer up okay. He's not worth. He's just like the guy-I-used-to-date-for-a-month-and-eight-days. Do what I did, cry and hurl vulgarities at everyone you see. They'll understand once they find out. There's this saying, that if God takes someone away from you, that's just cause he's giving you someone better. You don't deserve to be treated like that. You deserve someone better, someone waay waaaaay better that that jerk. If he thinks you're boring, then what makes you think he's thaaaaaaaaaaaaat entertaining? Well maybe to you, but not so much for me. Well, maybe a little. No! We're trying to come up with negative point of views about him. Not positive. So cheeeeer up okay babe ? You've got your people to consult . Cheh, consult. Everthing you say, every time we kiss I can't think straight, but I'm okay. And I can't think of anybody else, who I hate to miss, as much as I hate missing you. So please, give me hint. So please, just take my hand. |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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