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Wednesday, September 13
10:42 PM
; this is a harder way t love


i feel ostracized.


im speechless for all that matters.
for a friend, youu'll go an extra mile.
i donnt know what or even how t feel.
i'm totally emotionless.

im tired of trying t fit in.
youu make it sound as if
i was bad company. i'm not
a smoker, neither a drug addict.
what's wrong w anyone mixing
with me. i know, youu all donnt like me.

i feel like shit man.
arghhhh. i donnt know.
i feel hurt, somehow.
totally speaks for my compo,
a friendship that turned sour.

in conclusion,
youu guys donnt even appreciate me.




>

i slept like 4 hours just now.
since four t eight at night.
i donnte`know whats wrong w me.
it was if i was in a long nightmare.

singapore idol was weird without
paul. jasmine's a bore nd i donnt
understand why shes in the top 3.
it's a scandal, trust me. [:

yeap, i'm voting for jon.
i wanna marry jonathan leong. [:
i think the song he sang was
for me. somehow. ryan thought so too.
>:x he's my drop-dead charmer.

n's in two weeks. how.
i donnt even feel motivated.
nd things that are happening now,
i feel that leaving sac without a prom
night/grad night is somehow fine.
( although i really wanna go sec 5
just for the prom nd grad nights. )

nd guess what.
only eight people[!!] in my class
made in t sec five from our prelims.
i feel like jumping off the building.

;this isn't happening t me
tell me its a nightmare.