when i lose myself, i think of you.

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Monday, July 21, 2008 @ 12:59 AM

i miss pictures of you.but i dont wanna listen to it again, i never want to.

i'm starting to feel sad all over again. i'm not having pms, because it was over a long time ago okay. the people around me, they're all nice, and caring and i know what you want me to say lah, but why do i feel this way? its definitely not depression, because soomeone is worsethan me okay. you should know who you are lor. why am i not in bed now? why am i not dreaming of people now? dont get the wrong idea. damn, goodnight.

p.s i feel that my blog is getting more boring and dry each day, i'm going crazy over you, fucking o levels.

Labels: wtf.

tap your feet.

hello, my name is geraldine and i'm 17 this year. i like breathing and eating, not forgetting watching the television too. love the birthday wishes on 21st january, and cheers of students on the last day of school.

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