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It hurts when you could easily forget the memories we shared,
the ones which I remembered even when I didn't want to.
Quotes.
'Missing you isn't the problem, it's wondering if you'll ever come back that's killing me.'

'Sometimes when you sacrifice something special, you’re not really losing it. You’re just passing it on. '


♥-/Increased.Heartbeat

!!

ME.



I'm a simple girl living in a complicated world. I'm friendly and purple-struck. I get high at wrong times and I want to stay like that forever.
I don't do drugs, I'm not in any gang. I'm that normal girl who is on Facebook, Twitter and MSN. Fell out of love and lost trust in it. Fahrenheit's sizzling hot and they burn. I see flames shooting out already.


Screams.



Yours Truly,
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Monday, January 17, 2011
Once you lose someone, it's never exactly the same person who comes back.

Blog, I'm getting really pissed with my family and everything.
Sick and tired.
It feels like I'd rather stay back in school than to go back home. :/
Everytime I reach home,
I get scolded, misunderstood, and every shitty stuff that can ever happen to you.
My dad's like on PMS.
Seriously pissed.
I really don't wanna go home so early now,
so I even stayed back for cca today.
I'm going shopping everyday from now on then.
-.-
OMG, EW.
The Ms America is freaking UGLY, PLEASE.
Gosh.
Anyways, Thanks to BINGLIN !
I got the erhu scores for 'ai zhuan jiao'-ShowLuo.
LOLOL, YAY !
I need to study.
Think I'm getting myself into deep shit.
But nvminds.
It doesn't matter.
Seriously still irritated.
I swear that I only have fun in school.
All the shouting like shit and all the grunting of unhappiness all shouted out,
all the siaoing with Tamilyn. during recess,
Then back to class, I'm studying, tiring but fun thou.
Have so many people to talk to in my new class.
Then, school ends.
I go to eat and siao again with tamilyn, yongling and etcetc.
Then cca, practises but again chatting with shitloads of friends with all the shits.
End of cca, go back home.
Don't utter a single word, cramp myself with the comp or in the room to do my homework.
I tell you, I swear I'm grasping the meaning of home.
.. A place where you sleep, where everyone but you feel warmth inside.
Thats home to me.
I still prefer school.

kthxbye