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♡ loser loser loser.
Saturday, February 6, 2010, 11:35 PM
I feel like a total trash.
My head is throbbing, pain. The Panadol doesn't work on me.
I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die.

Dear God, don't let me. I still have my friends I need to love. I still have my first A maths to sit for. I still have to fulfill little dreams I've listed for. I still want to be a good daughter. I still want to graduate. I still want to say my first 3-word-8-letter-word to my OOMA. I still want to be a lawyer/WP(Ruijie understands this). AND I still have many people to love. Please don't don't don't let me die now.
God. I'm feeling lousy, useless, and trashy.
Maybe if you have to, let me loose my conscious only for a day. To have a mind break from everything.

Blov-vers, I love you<3
Sheela Zulaiha too<3







I miss the world. I missed it )':
Fina, just stop it. You can never have it. It's theirs and not yours. Don't dream, sleep.