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Wednesday, March 12, 2008
@ 10:51 PM

jh smsed me this.. "so hw are u feeling nowadays? do u regret it?" ive got too many stuff to think abt... too many many many many many many many many many many many manyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy............ arghhhzz.. i cant stand this anymore... im sry for my harsh attitude.. yes im sry.. im dam fan already... i just feel lik dying la.. regret regret regretSS.. ive been living on this earth with so many regrets... kns -.- ya lik wtf? im scolding vulgarities here... and wtf.. nw deres another person coming into the picture.. everyday sms me and talk cock.. YES talk cock.. noe wad? stop asking me stupid qns.. i would lik to be alone.. yes ALONE in this world.. damn it... ya im self-centered... i cant stand him.. simply cant.. just stop smsing will u? pls.... every morning wake up see this kind of sms, it just simply spoil my day... stop asking me qns.. cuz i cant fucking ans u.. ya and tats it.. i had enough of setbacks.... more than enuff.. more than enuff enuff enuff.. give me a break...

and im being random here.. just felt lik putting explosive as one of the songs.. dun ask me y...


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