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♡ i got my heartmark printed out. it's official. mine.
Monday, January 4, 2010, 7:14 PM
I'm having a major migraine.
I think I'm falling sick. Soon.

Though I didn't particularly do anything much, my energy's practically used up. I'm really really really tired.
Skip the first-day-with-my-new-classmate topic.
After dismissal, we had choir meeting. Yay, got our new choir tee! I design. Hehe. Lol, what was that for.
Okay, so basically pretty much a brief sum up for the day.
God, my head feels like it's weighing over a kilogram already. Why.
God. I am so weak.

P.S. Selena, sorry a million trizlion times, I broke your mug. It wasn't intentional. I am sorry. I. Really. Am.
P.S.S. I got a cousin and a niece in the school. So I am, too, a Tante Fina. God, I can't imagine Siti calling me that. Felt so old. She's only 13???!!!












P.S.S. I sit. At the back. Of the classroom. Thinking. Dang. I miss 2e4. I cried. Right then. I feel. Hopeless. Alone. Friendless. Beyond feelings. I will. Get through it all. I hope.