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Wednesday, November 24, 2010
bad day seriously. first i paid up for the spree without putting down my initials, so like, i donated the $20 for nothing. then now i left the freaking wrong email while buying stuff online. winner. seriously.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
you're screwing up your life here charlene. i swear imma gonna be studious girl number 1 if i can get CAP3.5 at least from this sem. major panic attack now. and yet looking forward to all the things i can do once exams are done. (:
Thursday, November 18, 2010
the truth is, i miss you. i really, really do. all that sitting around eating, talking, laughing. the bus rides home together. the emo-ing the panicking the good the bad the joy the tears. and now it's all gone. its like you moved on without us. you seem so perfectly happy with your new life, your new friends. then where do we fit in? ikr, i can just pick up the phone, call you, message you, anything. just get back in contact. but the truth is, its already awkward just thinking about it. i think we've changed so much that things just couldnt go back to the way they were before. all the innocent laughter innocent worries innocent friendship. its gone now isnt it. and yes, im angry at you. |