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Now I can breathe
turn my insides out and smother me.


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Let me be the one who calls you baby all the time.

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.

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©Glamouresque.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Limbs numbing, birds soaring.

I see your face in my mind as I drive away
Cause none of those thoughts would up that way
People lie to people and sometimes we change our minds
But it's killing me to see you go after all this time.

Music starts playing at the end of a sad movie.
It's the kind of ending you don't really wanna see.
Cause its tragedy and it'll only bring you down.
And I don't know what to be without you around.

It's never simple, never easy.
& I can't breathe.

Alrightsxsxsxsxsxz. It's a Monday. I'm not at school.
Rather at home, slacking my ass off when I'm suppose to be
studying/revising Geography. Bila's coming over later,
let's slack/mug together. And  no, I didn't drink RedBull™ today.
I'm still pondering how the term RedBull™ came about.
Interesting.

Blog laterxsxsxsxxsxsz.

==

2100hours.
I'm back. Bila came over, had a blast. Practically humoured ourselves,
and didn't touch our Geography textbook, MY geography textbook.
Actually, we did, but only covered one topic. Thought of skateboarding (?)
with Rasyid, we called, but no one picked up. He was sleeeping.
When Bila went off, it was my turn to take a nap :D I was very very exhausted. 
I don't know what's wrong with me. I was flipping through my textbook,
when I came across chapter 9, I dozed off. I woke up after a phone call from Rasyid .
I woke up with my textbook laying on top of my face. I felt like some kid
getting ready for O levels .___.
Nightmare.
Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe.