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Y } Friday, May 11, 2007

maybe no one can understand why i'm treating you that way sometimes.
but, who knows how i'm feeling inside of me?
there's so many reasons for you t leave me.
you never lack of admirers/girls.
and i'm just some girl whom you can find easily on th streets.
so ordinary¬hing special.
i just felt that, sometimes you don't appreciate th things i did for you.
just like ystd... -sighs.
i know it's not your fault.
but it's my first time.
you understand what i mean?
maybe you dno how i felt, but i felt terrible inside.
maybe that's why i threw tantrums sometimes.
i'm sorry.
for being so unreasonable sometimes.
i'm sorry.
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i'm so not gna stay home tday.
if i stay home for th whole day tday, i'd g crazy.
PEOPLE UPSTAIRS ARE LIKE RENOVATING THEIR HOUSE AT LIKE 9.56 AM!
king-king-konging & grrrrrrrrrrr~~~~ away.
*SCREAMS.

anw, happy third month t me&bombom! (:



\ i'm all about you.
9:46 AM