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♡ perceiver, a deceiver
Monday, September 22, 2008, 3:28 PM
Late updates here. Was supposed to do this updating yesternight but I was much too thrown of the uncontrollable workload.
Matthio(or another spelling?) IM-ed me yesterday night. Firstly it was earlier in the noon but then he went online back st 0830. I guess after much calculations, I've IM-ed with him for the past an hour and I am already gawking his cyber character.
It pereceives really a 2 different person. One is a and the another one is b.
Super uber weird, if you read me?
Stop about him. If I do continue the story, I'd be breaking cyber-rules. I ain't supposed to tell what had just been so-called discussion with Matthion, replublicly.
OuhMyGod. I just can't believe whey, he's behind me. Whoever this `he` you might think he is, please, I'm not those type of freaky pimpom girls who get so worked out over an err guy. Its just affection, for Goddess of the goodess sakes.

Blaheh. I admit it. Just not convincing enough.