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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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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Two more days, less than one week. I can't make it on Thursday for our "Guitar Hero" session with Nas/Justin/Seri. I have training, 1pm to 4pm. Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, I've been skipping so many training sessions, but today is an exception, cause my arm can't be lifted. And it's numb. Uh-huh. I wanna go on our movie date leeeeeeeeeh. Florence, plaaaaaaaaan faaaaaaasteeeeeeer. Hah. Oh, and Raaaaaaaacheeeeeeeel, I waaaaaaaant myyyyyyy boooooooooooook. I woke up at 0745hours. I was not in the mood, so I kept shouting at my sister. Heeeeeee, mood swings. And theeeeen, bathed, went downstairs, watched TeeeeVeeeeee. Then I fell asleep in between The Replacements. I woke up at 1335hours. Got a text from Justin, missed call from Bilaaa. Yeah, I'm missing out on a lot of things lately. I smell like Salonpas, and my hair's not washed. I suck. Oh, I wanna go eat popiah now. Don't disturb me! Oh, I can't contain myself from saying this, so, I'mma just gonna spill it out. Someone has a newwwwwwww girlfrieeeeeend :D Emphasis on the word Girlfriend, and the word New. |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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