when i lose myself, i think of you.

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Tuesday, December 23, 2008 @ 9:31 PM

arguments, quarrels.

to be honest,
today isn't a nice/pleasant day for me.
and i don't wish to elaborate further.

to the lady at counter 11,
FUCK YOU.

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.

dance hall drug