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09 July 2008
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taken from 7/7.I can’t blog right now cos the stupid connection decided to play a fool today so I shall type this in MsWords first and transfer later. I hate the number 7 to begin it – apart from David Villa having that number, I hate 7 as a whole. I despise late night talks, cos I end up very disturbed and emotional. I despise people who don’t respond to my msg. Apart from the occasional messages of mine which were redundant, I despise whoever who don’t respond to my non-redundant messages. I hate how easily I get affected and I hate how I’m letting minor things affect me. I hate how I don’t share my misery with people but end up making them miserable due to my misery. I hate how I’m not myself anymore, how much of a façade I’ve become. Such a masquerade party. It would suck if that was the theme for this year’s prom. I wouldn’t want to hide beneath the mask that I’m already putting on. It sucks how I’m finally on the verge of giving up after such a small small action by you. If I were to reason with myself, I would pretty much find myself petty and stupid. But the mind and heart are complete opposites, aren’t they? They are technically enemies, being complete bitches with each other. Ah fuck. ---- I hate that smile in the eye that you had. You know what? I don't think I can trust you anymore. |
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nor liyana mohd khalis.i'm always in love with pretty boys. like as if i don't learn from experience, i always give in to sweet words. and i never learn from the past. i'm vulnerable to hurt, but i'd like to believe i'm stronger than i seem. jauh di dasar hatiku, aku tahu aku masih kasihimu dan menyintaimu. namun kau sudah berpunya, kau sudah bercinta. disini kita berakhir, tergantung segala cerita dan kisah lama. wishlist
an arsenal jersey please.to watch a play. tagboard
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