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Thursday, September 23, 2004
1:38 am

i've always been a very emotional, extremely sensitive, vulnerable, petty, maybe even a bit psycho, person. gawd i just can't help it. that's just the way i am. its a take it or leave it thing. i'm the sort that bottles everything inside... the kind that doesn't like to say sort out matters of the heart face-to-face cause i feel too vulnerable. that's why i always end up venting it out on my blog. afraid of the humiliation, the rejection, that look on your face if i have to say it to you outright. and then when i keep it all inside, its just like a volcano you know. i mean, no matter how cliche it sounds, its true. when it all just gets to me... i'll finally let everything all out. full force.

maybe eunice is right... love's just another cliche in life.

i feel. drained. maybe.

all those times. wondering where you are. wishing upon a star.

won't be doing that anymore.

it just can't be...

gawd im aching all over. sigh.

exams exams exams.

too many things. just too many things once again.

can't all you bastards just leave me alone.

remember. its not just this. look at the bigger picture. and don't push the blame.

p r i o r i t i e s

all those it slipped my mind, i forgot, didn't mean to do it, whatnots, all just seem like coincidences to me. i don't think its that simple.

[i don't wanna know/mario winans]

i miss my bitches. siti, cake, cindy and bestie mat. thanks for all the lurveee.

i just need. to sleep.

don't call me.

[the hardest thing/ 98degrees]

i don't really care anymore.

goodnight.



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