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Sunday, July 09, 2006

Since yesterday night

All my plans for yesterday and today

Were foiled.

Rather frustrating.

Today

Rainy day.

I hated it so much.

Couldn't go for training.

Poor diana

I couldn't buy her a pair of contact lens.

Hm...

Tough luck for me.

Have i been not me this days?


"dearest *lord razzi*.

You are an insensitive pathetic jerk

It's a waste to have your existence

I'm so sorry to tire you out by having to breathe.

Tell you what

STOP BREATHING!"

Or was it that so much evil gone in me?"

Her words really punched me real hard.

I just couldn't concentrate myself studying.

I like it but it hurts me deep down in my heart.

Why...?

Somehow

I thank her for saying that.

If thats the truth about me

I don't mind her for saying that.

Maybe I guess it's time for me

To stop breathing.

5:07 pm
Razzi Stifler