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Y Monday, March 26, 2007.

tell me how much i've teared for you.

it's just too much.
just when i'm in a better mood,
the tears came back again.
just when my friends cheered me up once again,
the tears came back again.
i dont know what to say anymore.
I'M FUCKING BLOODY SICK OF THIS.
EVERYTHING.
it's not getting me anywhere.
i fucking hate that bloody bytch.
hate hate hate it lyk hell!
i know it NON OF MY BUSINESS,
but i simply cant ignore.
i care. i care. i care.
fuck you fuck you fuck you.
now i know how i used to feel.
my studies are gng down the drain.
tell me how many subjects i failed.
sorrie, i lost count.
slap me awake.
those tears just wont stop.
fuck it.


cry aso no use . its just running away .


i love you since the day we met.
5:55 PM