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Tuesday, April 29, 2008 @ 10:38 PM
I'm freakinggggggg stressed up. honestly, im studying but i just failed every single suject.
maybe im just extremely smart. i really really did study you know. and look at my results, im really gonna cry and just tear up my papers soon.
i so regret going to a jc, i should have just gone to a poly.
and yet, maybe next year, you'll just see me there. gosh, ): im dying. helppppp.

then i suddenly think of how i used to tell you how tired i am with my studies and everything, you always knew what to say to make me feel better or just with a reassuring smile. cos you believed in me, i believed in myself. tell me, what am i suppose to do now?

): ): ): ): ): ):

even tho' i pretend that i moved on, you'll always be my baby.

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SIEWYI☺
14 May'91
isolatedjupiter@hotmail.com


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