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♡ so much for a happy ending.
Monday, January 12, 2009, 6:18 PM
Believe it or not, I prefer having my time on in school than back home. Pretty honey please, don't think otherwise. But imps, seriously I could barely smile at home. Everyone just's trying to make me feel where I belong-which is in my room. I don't feel that kind of warmth anymore and everything I heed to, they bull-ed in and trying to temp me up. How much could I handle but walled up?
I seriously think that having someone under the same roof's as yours doesn't mean they will protect you under the rain and shine, instead they invent one for me. It just doesn't seem to right in the first place. Well, you might not want to care about this but it really was external internal torment.
First of all, everytime I fell sick for few days, they will never shown a minute care but while Selena was having a puny winy cough for less than half a seconds, they start to trouble themselves and me, for the purpose, to fine her medication. With just left me under the root sickness, not just will I be left uncured, as well as my heart.

Okay, the reason why the cancellation, was that I didn't feel to express any further but just to get you to the idea, I'd quarter-ed it. Oh, how I really wish I would have someone's shoulder to lie on and to embrace me for the need of warmth and care-which I really do need it terribly now.
Sighsigh. What more could you life be much better than mine? Let me tell you at least a kilometre better.
Now, goodbye and enjoy your happy ending.