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.05 September 2009@11:54 PM.

i'm sick and i can't sleep. my heart hurts, and so is my nose, throat and my head. i'm supposed to study fo th upcoming BEV test but i can't stop thinking about some things. i'm fucking fucked up right now at this moment. people who had tried to cheer me up and made me feel better, thanks. those who don't know anything, and happen to read this post, you can ask me. but that depends if i wanna tell or not. to him, i really miss you. if i did something wrong, please tell me. i feel so far from you. okay, whatever. you're like avoiding me. are these th signs? if it is, then thanks fo everything. i'm tired. and lazy. so yea. bye.







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