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Sunday, May 11, 2008

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ARGH.
I feel so fucking used by him.
When she is not around..
WAH. SO FUCKING NICE TO ME.
But when she's at his place.
TALK TO HIM ALSO NO REPLY.
WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT.
I was STUPID to believe he meant anything he said.
Apparently once bitten but twice NOT SHY.
OKAY.
I'm just asking for trouble I guess.
Shall be a bitch and ignore him already.
I HOPE I CAN LAH.
ARGHHHHH. =/


WHERE ARE YOU SKY! :(

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