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Y } Thursday, August 03, 2006

t those people who tagged about e` samuel thing:

first, i dont think that my life is any of your business. 'nd i hated vulgarities. if you wna scold, fuck off from here. this is not e` right place. yes, you can call me a bitch, a slut, whatever names. i dont care. 'cus so long i know what i'm doing, okays? scold me whatever you want, i dont care. just stop scolding MY FRIENDS. all that you all knows is just a one-sided story. who listens t my sorrows, my part of story? who really really knows what happening here and in my mind? let me tell you, it's me. who dont side their own friends? yes, you side vincent; 'cus he's your friend 'nd you people listen t HIS part of story. and yes, apple, carolnye and jeron is w me. 'cus they listen t MY part of story. so stop all this as if you all KNOW EVERYTHING. okays? how would you feel if you were in my shoes? ehs? terrible? happy? i dno luhs. it depends on what YOU are doing. yes, i'm not saying that i'm NOT in any wrong. i'm not saying that. 'nd it's my life. i know he loves me. but have you people thought about WHY i became like this? you didnt know i was this kind of girl right? yes, i didnt know that i would become like that. immature? maybe. but WHAT ACTUALLY changed me? think about it. e` more you tie a person t yourself, e` more he/she wanted t go 'nd so called explore. okays? just think about it. and for vincent, i'm sorry.



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