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Thursday, July 13, 2006

I'm so like looking forward for tomorrow

But

I'm feeling so shattered.

I hate it when someone promised me

And in the end

Dishonoured themselves by forgetting all about it.

It makes me sick.

Bloody weasel.

This gut feeling.

Which always makes me do crazy things.

I know i'm undergoing so much pressure.

About dad

I think we are getting okay.

At least there's positive stuffs to look upon to.

9:08 pm
Razzi Stifler