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Thursday, August 10, 2006

I couldn't understand it.

Why is it that everyone's telling me to cheer up?

Some even say i look depressed.

What the fuck.

Am i some kind of weakling?

This headache making me nuts.

Anyway

I watched the fireworks from my bedroom window.

At the corner of my eye

I spotted the moon.

The full moon.

Partly hidden among the clouds.

It's much more beautiful than the formation of fireworks.

The moon

God it's fucking beautiful.

A boring week i think this week would be.

I have to start studying properly now.

Couldn't wait till friday.

Jamming.

Please don't postpone it.

1:21 am
Razzi Stifler