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Saturday, June 6, 2009

i did feel like dying.
wahhhhh.
that moment, it was all alone.
horrified to the max.
i saw stars, darkness.

boring talk later,
not looking forward to it.
have to find teacher to write this stupid note
for the troublesome _____.
go figure.


it has been long.
attachment next wk.
i foresee, GONE.
bloody hell.
i complain, whine like a spoilt brat.
there are other ppl in worse situations den me.
BLOODY HELL,
QIULING GROW UP, WONT U?
i will control.
i will bite my lips.
i will persevere
its no more self pity.
neither is it self denial.
i wan to be who i am not.

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