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Sunday, September 6, 2009



im not looking forward to the up coming week at all. but i totally love the lazy days. and ive decided i will start packing my room next week (:
the more i talk to you the more heartbroken i become. this is bad. as much as i do want things to be like bfore but now i think everytime i talk to you i sink deeper into pain.
and to the one that finally decided to fuck me out of her life, please fuck off! i dont need you bitch!
every broken heart will be mend eventually.