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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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Monday, February 15, 2010
I'll make damn sure. That you can't ever leave. I've decided to blog again. OMG, I'm really tied up in a knot right now. My mum doesn't allow me to wear nail polish. And my sister got away with wearing them. WTF? It's okay, I've let it go. I should let it go. Tuition @ 10am tomorrow. Urghhh, I'm not done with Maths Assignments. And I'm procrastinating about revising, my tests are piling up bit by bit. I think that's it. No bright side to anything anymore. OMG, I was so pissed off yesterday. Urgghhhh, I shall let it go. I will let it go. I have to let it go. I love you :P I'll keep my hair long for the time being, I like it this way. I'll wait for it to grow till it touches my butt, and then cut it till my shoulders and repeat the whole cycle again and again. I rock \m/ I wanna colour my hair, but I won't. Cause I'm so inlove with my hair colour. I rock \m/  |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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