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Sunday, August 30, 2009

haish . im having a bad day .. seriously .. i just feel like crying out everything . my mind is not at peace .. somehow , i feel that he's mad at me .. to be frank , when i met him just now , and i saw his mad face , i feel so ... hm .. i dont know how to describe it .. haish . then , the messages that u read . and the one that u just let it be open .. u did that on purpose didnt u ? argh . why am i feeling like this . bloody hell . freaking shit . argh . am i the only one like this ? am i having the right instinct ? am i acting in the right way ? oh my . what the freaking f***ing hell am i talking . argh . too stressed out . too much thinking . too much worries . im not being myself .

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