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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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Sunday, April 24, 2011
Someone asked me how do I avoid pain. I smiled and replied, it's easy. just open your eyes and close your heart.

Hi blog.
Thank God today went smoothly.
I felt so shitty at first lah.
Even at with Shermaine and Sheryl.
Haha, no I didn't plan it.
Serious, sheryl asked me then of cuz, why not ?!
Omg, so bitch.
Sermon ended super fast, I LIKE.
No Cu xin ban or something, I LIKE.
Ate @ KFC, I LIKE.
Thank God no one mentioned anything.
Yay.
Ohmygod, getting really emotional nowadays.
Not emo, it's emotional.
Everytime I think that, or remember that I'm not someone that will be left at the back, forgotten, I tear.
Like, I need to know that i'm actually important.
Sheesh, bitchy.
I need to ... Do something to myself.