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Sunday, August 16, 2009

HELLO. here to blog again. LOLS!
i'm so damn tired can.
was studying halfway and i was turn off.
was like WHAT THE FCUK!
so gave up lorhs. tomorrow science prelim FAIL arhs!
MARVELLOUS right?
btw seperate with someone lurhs.
felt much better. couldnt had stand him anymore
maybe this really cant work out between us.
the feeling wasnt the same.
i thought we could but actually,
we cant. you said that my breaking skill is lousy?
so what? do you think i care anymore?
i dun cause the feeling isnt there.
you said is weird today.
yes it is. you cant stand my attitude den fcuk off man.
dun act like one as if you could
when you hold my hand, i couldnt feel anything
you was right. it was fake.
i dun wanna say it face to face, could i dun wanna handle anything
that why i choose to do it through SMS.
so what is the big deal of you saying as if i was a BITCH?
please larhs. i dun give a damn about it man.
hmms, dun worried. i wont talk a single thing about what you told me.
cause i dun bother about it at all.
cause i'm not going to bother about you anymore

writtern @7:35 PM