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Sunday, March 18, 2007

how i wish i would be able to stop the time from ticking away to the beginning of next week. that would be tmr.

projects, written tests, trainings, driving, work and competition. and my list continue to pile up. i just want everything never to start. how wishful thinking that is.

i am crumbling. someone ask me out to chill, to get away.. please

i made a realization recently. i cant seem to let go of my feelings. call me stupid, call me blind, call me wadeva names.. i just cant let go. it just hurts to see that u're hurting and faking to be strong. all i can do is be there weneva u're in nid. i wan to see u happy.


8:31 PM