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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.

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Friday, August 28, 2009
another day of the week.

[c=38][CoS][c=45]<553>[/c][c=37]Lieutenant Dennis HotSauce[/c][/c] [s]The Self-Abhorrent[/s] says: (8:02:17 PM)
i tell you tune your guitar dowan

[c=38][CoS][c=45]<553>[/c][c=37]Lieutenant Dennis HotSauce[/c][/c] [s]The Self-Abhorrent[/s] says: (8:02:21 PM)
tsk see lah

Mistika, says: (8:02:43 PM)
I tune already ar.

[c=38][CoS][c=45]<553>[/c][c=37]Lieutenant Dennis HotSauce[/c][/c] [s]The Self-Abhorrent[/s] says: (8:02:54 PM)
lol sad

[c=38][CoS][c=45]<553>[/c][c=37]Lieutenant Dennis HotSauce[/c][/c] [s]The Self-Abhorrent[/s] says: (8:03:02 PM)
i thought can play bass for you

[c=38][CoS][c=45]<553>[/c][c=37]Lieutenant Dennis HotSauce[/c][/c] [s]The Self-Abhorrent[/s] says: (8:03:16 PM)
then i cannot find my g-string X(

I swear, that cracked me up. I didn't talk for for more than, at least 30 minutes I guess in the afternoon. And I swear, again, everything seemed so, seriously, mundane. Really! Okay, maybe not. Due to some people's chatters, the whole world began to "volume up".

Pfffffttt. The day seemed so short, despite being a Friday and we got released like, two minutes earlier thanks to Miss Zhou ^^v. Lit had never been so interesting. I'm not taking Lit hor! I sent in my combination(s) already. Bio/Chem/SSH/Geography/*Art (if I do get into E5, I pray not)

I'm deprived of my own CCA. OMG. Okay, honestly, I don't know what that sentence I just typed actually defines.
Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe.