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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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Saturday, February 12, 2011
Not even 2012, paranormal activity, shooting or bomb attacks is more terrifying than seeing 5 missed calls from mom.

HI BLOG.
I love the title.
Freaking naise , so real
Okay, I'm going to write a quote down at the end lah, not going to be so bad to people who wants quotes desperately, -.-
Feel like puking.
I swear something's fuking wrong with that nasilemak just now.
SHIT.
Tomorrow got the believers class.
Die lah, with my current state,
GG.
Aiya, gtg.
Yesterday sucked.
kthxbye, next time update.



Pretty Pretty please, don't you ever ever feel, like you're less than fucking perfect.
Pretty Pretty please, if you ever ever feel, like you're nothing,
you're fucking perfect to me.
- Fukin' Perfect - Pink