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♡ how do you see me through these days?
Monday, May 25, 2009, 7:23 PM
I realised that I enjoy my life much on the Mon-days.
Ask me why, idk.
Yea its fine yet lovely.
Heh.
Its due to a bunch of lovely group of people which is, nonetheless, my beloved classmates.
Tuition was horrid.
The evening was a bore.
Lunch was lengthy.
But my day is looove-r-ly.

I love everyone. Everyone I see through my days.
There's just one person I hate. That is my inner self. For being such a huss over certain puny issues I can't seem to control.
I hate this inner self of mine for being an effect-ion to the ones I love.

Okay, I'll stop being so random about this thing.
Today I played in thoughts how were if I were to die one day.
Verr-ee random then previous parags, but really, I've been doing a lot of thinking on this.
Though yes I'm still earthed, living at a very ripe young age of four-teen, nothing being left impossible yet death. Oh, Fina, shuddddee up. oije. Okay.
Bye blov-vers. I love you extra mile especially.