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 | 26.12.1987 popular sanguine + peaceful phlegmatic |
i, may be your treasure or the price you ve to pay. may be your why or wherefore within the measure of a day.
my days. not yours.
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the days are going by and your sitting on your ass and your wondering why.
Monday, November 5, 2007/ 5:58 PM
the days are going by and your sitting on your ass and your wondering why.
i hate bein in e room, on e bed 4 e whole of e remainin of e dae. i feel lyk an invalid. bt i dun wish to be out either. cz i cun walk ard e hse, doin stuff w/o gettin any of bapak's (yes bapak too nw!) or mak's constant bla bla bla at me. so e door of my room is e onli tink tts shuttin em up. =o(P n moments lyk tis, i wish i haf an endless supply of all my comfort foods. imagine. den i wun complain anymore, i promise. btw cn sum1 pls help me do sumtink bt my hair? its no more lyk narnia. i lyk being called tt. sound so cute bt no its worst nw. atrocious ya tts it. it onli looks nice weneva its nt expected to. =o( gawd sab ur such a whiner. i think he knew. i hate sundays. its even more depressin den any other daes combined. =0(P im fine on my own reali but i realized im utterly n completely dependent on him. my world revolves ard him alone. i want my boify. |