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♡ these are my confession: " just when I thought I said all that I can say."
Wednesday, December 2, 2009, 6:08 AM
I guess I'm here deserve a slap from myself.
It's 6am in the morning.
What am I doing up so dang durn cussing early in the morning?
God, I'm sick worried. Have I contracted Amnesia? No?
Ugg, then why can't I sleep?
I swear I had less than 7hours of sleep last night.
I didn't drink coffee, well I hardly does unless necessary.
But not tonight, god. And guess what. It's the same message archives that I have been re-reading(eh, no, re-chanting) over and over from top page to the bottom.
This is through true driving me nuts.
Maria's right, it's nothing to be fear of if I have to learn to face my own dang feeling.
But, issue is, a tinge of hindrance's on my track.
It couldn't be...
AIYEEEEEE. SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. Goddang eyes brain body.

Morning, Blov-vers.
Goodnight, Fina