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Y } Monday, August 28, 2006

woke up today, feeling empty.
nobody is awake yet.
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went out of e house quickly ; i don't like e atmosphere and it's scary!
so met vincent at the stairs.
not in a rather good mood. didn't talk much. [sorry!]
assemble in class.
just when i wna read my book, mrs whelan called me out.
talked t me about life and death, and her daughter's pets.
i'm sad - i cried again.
she went back t class and ask for tissue!!!
oh god, and they all know i cried.
so paiseh luhs, when i wlak in they're all like staring at me, asking if i'm alright and is it she bully me.
lols.
and even said that if she bully me, they are gng t bash her up [ jokingly].
hahas, [:
i'm fine bar.
i dno.
just kept e tears at e bottom of my heart.
'cus if i keep crying, my thryroid gland will swell up even more.
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that's about it.
no mood t blog alrd.
cut my hair today.
i hate it.
nothing is gng on right nowadays; in my life.



\ i'm all about you.
6:30 PM