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Thursday, October 8, 2009

why am i feeling jealous?
why am i feeling the feeling i feel.
(phm tk? ahaha)
if only the feeling is also felt by the other party.
looking at hw im being treat, i doubt it so.

so ya gonna hv to head down to sch at 930 for some IA briefing shit
hv to look out siaa cos my classmates hv a grudge
on me for pushing them to the bush everytime.
k fucccck.
k im crapping here. bye ass

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