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Goodbye, its been nice.

I'm considering changing to Xanga. No, actually I'm quite sure I want to but I need to think of a username first. Actually I did but some idiot went to use it already.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower is the best book ever. But then again, that's what I always think for every book I read until I read another. I'm sad I've finished reading it.

You disgust me, sometimes, you know.

Oh, and have you heard, I lost my pencil case? No, I don't think I lost it. Someone stole it. Fook. Fock. Feck.

I shall be serious.

I am angry okay. It's so unfair that my things get stolen. Fug you, asshole. Like, go and fug a spider or something.

I am going to go to the lost and found corner everyday.

Because of some jerk, I go to school with a pen.

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RETURN IT ALREADY!

[edited] I take back what I said. :p

"At first, I thought her blank expression was the result of surprise, but after it didn't go away for a long while, I knew that it wasn't. It suddenly dawned on me that if Michael were still around, Susan probably wouldn't be 'going out' with him anymore. Not because she's a bad person or shallow or mean. But because things change. And friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody."

I don't bother signing into MSN nowadays. I'm not avoiding anyone, no, its just that I'm lazy and I feel introverted, just like how I always do, when I'm alone. Quack.

I miss those times, yes, I really do. Do you? Do you even remember, or think about it? I wish it could go back. Yeah, wasn't everything so fun and happy. Hey you, I'm thinking about the times, are you? It's really sad how now, everything's kinda different. I don;t like it a lot.

The above is meant for YOU. I'm so rubbish, how do i expect YOU to know its for YOU. Well maybe, when YOU read it somehow YOU will think its meant for YOU.

I laugh.

It's funny how yesterday and today contrasts each other to such a great extent. Choir made me a happy girl. Macdonalds with Varsha and YJ afterwards was fun. We saw John who was hot, and then not so hot. We tried to find potential crushes for Varsha, who turned all of them down.

Today's gloomy. Last night was sad to the greatest degree. Not so much now, but still am sad. But then again, maybe losing to Chelsea isn't as bad as it seems, after reading this. Of course, a win would be nice.

Definitely.

It's just a match, it's just a match. It was probably the last CL match I'll watch. I must think positive.

And so she stared,
Fingers crossed, hoping.
But no, it didn't go her way.
Instead, it continued.
Like punches being thrown,
Only not so much physical pain.
Inside though,
She bleeds.
You have no idea.