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♡ Infatuation?
Sunday, May 25, 2008, 10:15 AM
I wanted to cry but something halted me on the way. What is the halt?
It seems that this year's holidays prove me something. Holidays this year is simplicity of HOLY DAYS. Nothing can restrain me from the persuasion to move on the higher step.
I felt worse than anyone today. All I want is a venting out anger. I felt worse than miserable. I felt terrible. Mama and Dada are just asiding me. I felt useless. At least there is Hazirah who wants to company me. I despise people's shouts. It just annoys me with anger tagging along. Monday is the day of reunion. A small reunion, an idea of mine... If my boredom exceeds its limitation I will be blasting. Try me, believe it or not.
Sometimes felt stupid writing on a non-respond company.
What can aid me in this particularly issue, my fear of stepping forward?
What? Infatuation???