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Friday, May 9, 2008

_12:00 AM_

it seems like everything was my fault..
my fault for being stubborn, my fault for not able to stand in other's ppl shoes.

i'm disappointed. very disappointed.

i need a getaway!! seriously i need one.
who cares its a 1day tour or 5days holidays, i just wanna leave this place.


tired of being so nice.
tired of being so helpful.
tired of every single thing i've been doing.

The Girl

WISHLIST

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PAST

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