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Friday, April 18, 2008

my tears roll down my cheeks every afternoon when i reach home. i don't show my tears in school.

its been a really loooonnngg week. to my girls, i am so sorry cause i never sit with you guys during recess. cause of some reasons. hope you understand.

umm. you know those days when you really like someone first. budden soon after another girl like him too. then you begin to notice he kinda like that girl too? & that guy knows you like him. gosh. i never felt so miserable. its like so damn personal that only three alvin & the chipmunks members understand what i'm talking. i can't even bare to share with my girls. not even my elder sister. if usually all this people get what i'm talking. to carmen, javeed & vivien, thanks for those comforts. you guys are like my shoulders. you guys are like my sisters & brother. i also know that you are the place where i can find comfort when i'm feeling too miserable.
& ALL I WANT IS TO GET RID OF THIS STOOOPID FEELING.


With ♥,
Maisuroahhhh.



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