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Saturday, June 23, 2007

Life isnt getting any better.I wanna cry already.I'm getting too emo.There are just so many !@#$!% stuff going on...I dont know what's happening anymore.I seem to break down every single day.Just squat at a corner and stone,then start crying and hitting my head on the wall.Sam seemed SO ANGRY.I hate it when he is mad.I dont even know what it is concerning.He wants to meet me next sat.BUT FREAK.WON'T I BE THINKING ABOUT IT FOR THE WHOLE WEEK AND BE DISTRACTED IN CLASS.God better have a good reason for this stuff happening to me.Or is he trying to say it's time to move to another country.Phillip's academy?

Life just sucks for me.Sam got pissed about something i dont know.(I know i'm repeating)Then Bryan found out and he wants to scold Sam although he is one year his junior.Haiz.SORRY BRYAN.I CANT GIVE YOU HIS NUMBER.Because,Bryan never holds back,he wants to punch.He will do it.He wants to do something.He will.I dont like it.

I'm really emo.Friends start asking me whats wrong.And they all think Sam is in the wrong.BUT I KEEP SAYING "NO.SAM DOESNT SUCK."I dont know why.Kenric says quit cell.But what would my mom say?FREAK LUH.I NEED COUNSELLING.I have too many choices to make.

I still want to help Kenric out.I wanna help people out.I DONT CARE WHAT'S GOING ON WITH ME.I JUST WANNA HELP ALL OF THEM OUT.I WANNA CONTINUE TO BREAKDOWN.I DONT WANT ANYONE TO KNOW ANYMORE.I WANNA HIDE AND NEVER COME OUT.THERE USED TO BE A SMILE ON MY FACE NATURALLY.BUT WHY AM I FINDING MYSELF FORCING ONE OUT.I CANT ANYMORE.I FROWN.

Cai lao shit is gone okay.I MISS HER SO BADLY AGAIN.It seems I wanna see her whenever i'm down.But I end up remembering she isnt there anymore.Some part of me wants to become a loner already.I dont understand anymore.I just want all of you to listen to BECAUSE OF YOU,KELLY CLARKSON.The lyrics there are mostyl what I wanna sae.

I just love my friends so much.I miss Kegan.THATS THE TRUTH.No,i dont love him.I just want him and I to be good friends.He is facing so many problems now...I wanna be there for him.But i dont think he wants me to.I'M WORRIED.I ADMIT.I just wanna know what's going on.SO I CAN HELP OUT.My friends are just like my family.

God is missing now.I need him.

Blogged @ 23.6.07
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