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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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Monday, June 15, 2009
jolt me out of my bubble. Watching 90210. I have no mood to talk. I need to space for myself. I'm not gonna be able to make it on Wednesday, sorry Rasyid, sorry Zuhri. Religious tomorrow. And what's more, I'm fasting. Fasting in this tropical climate we call Singapore, overpowered with heartlanders who have no sense of patience. Trying everyday to make things as perfect as they possibly can. We are all losing it. I'm not going for training, again. Told you I should get kicked out. But nooooo, you still insist on keeping me in. I don't get why girls, have an act of actually putting little "love" quotes on their blog to show love and devotion for their guy when, God forbids, that they're gonna get separated long after. I mean no offence, to all the girls who are actually carrying this process out as we speak. But it's my opinion, don't let it get into the way of your daily blogging ritual. I'm just saying this, maybe cause I've never actually felt the way you girls felt, not now that is. I'm messed up, don't bother about me. Cause one way or another, all your inputs would enter one ear, exit the other. I know, it sucks, why'd you think I warned you first ? |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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