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♡ the inevitable(s).
Tuesday, May 25, 2010, 11:21 PM
  I can't seem to know the reasons to why, I'm feeling very uneasy, a little portion of hurt(s) and pissed today.
I cried over small tiny mini little things like losing my first-owned 10bucks book, and panic for a moment. My heart went a little heartbroken. Ah, stupid or what Fina.

Then I had to see it. I don't know why, again, my heart just cracked a little. Ah, must be the girl's heart. The sensitive radar alert. Or maybe because of my moon period. God, & I'm feeling angry at no good reason.
My head hurts so much that even after banging it once against a wall, I still couldn't feel any hurt at all. Yeah, it's that numb.

This queasy feeling have been around with me for quite some time now. And I have no idea how to get rid of it. Is it just another The Inevitables? Goodey.

Right. K, night blov-vers.

P.S. Hafiz, sorry for my cold replies. I owe you one.
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.
A FACT OF LIFE:
after Monday and Tuesday, even the calendar says;
W T F.
(what the fina)(I don't know what many of you are thinking, but in a polite manner, yeah, what.the.fina).