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Wednesday, March 30, 2011 1:15 AM
messed up.


every little things. even though always saying things opposite of what i feel. then thinking maybe its gonna come true. i worry about this. is there anyone?its so cute right! if we get used to not seeing each other, will we still treasure the times together? if we get used to being apart, will there be a time where our place in each other's life isnt gonna be so important anymore cause we still have our own lives. when you are around, that what happens. and often i think of us as holding on to sand or glass, i want to hold it tight but if i hold it too tight,its just gonna break or slip away faster.

you asked me if its the job or you thats making me emo. and your reply really kinda made my heart crack. i hate how sensitive and weak i'm.=[


*[[lenice]]*


i’m just who I am, who I suppose to be.
bold italic underline strike
it's so over.


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