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Monday, October 24, 2005
im sorry. you can call me selfish. but if i were you, i'll choose to go out with my gf over my fren. wouldnt you wanna spend the last few daes with your gf just before you leave for states? so much for saying you wanna spend all your time with me after my promos. the feeling of being neglected sucks. i hate to make comparisons. really i hate to, but sometimes i just cant help it. sometimes i'll ask myself how much you really understand me. i cant help but doubt your feelings for me at times. you seem to be a different person. you aint the sweet and caring lil girl i used to know. im really tired. i guess if i were ever to get attached again, i'll choose not to love my gf wholeheartedly.


luckily swing was with me when i broke down in school. glad she was there cos i need someone to lend me a listening ear badly. yes, i cut myself again. dont ask me why.


anyway, i had to reach school by 6.45 for my bball gym training. nisha was damn sweet cos she woke up earlier just to meet me and send me to school. i slept at 2 last nite and couldnt wake up early so i was late for school. the morning exercise never failed to purk me up and make me feel energetic for the rest of the dae.


[if you wanna know, i dun wanna let go. so say it isnt so.]



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Finally I figured out
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