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Thursday, December 14, 2006
fuck fuck fuckkkkkkkkk fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk =/

im sorry to type those words as the startin of this post.
but i really have to let go,

im tired of stayin stucked in this home.
i know i've done so many mistakes,
and in the end, mummy found out bout my secrets.
freakin shit, those secrets which mummy shouldnt know.

pfft, my life's screwed during the holidays,
should've known better.
bahhh i hate everythin now.
leave me alone. :(

when you're a teen and you keep secrets between your siblings, cousins and close friends, wat does that mean? it means that you dun want any others to know, especially your parents and all. but they just cant accept the fact that they dun know any of my secrets, so they go diggin here and there, all round my room for some juicy secrets of mine. even my fone is spoilt cos they were surely doin somethin with it. shits, i feel so trapped now. i dun know who to turn to. when i need Ashraf, he's busy at work, and suddenly dun reply my message. isnt that like weird? and he still dun feel gud bout me.

but from now on, i know how to behave myself. to think of him everytime i wanna do something. if its bad, i'd quit it. and why does he still feel dat negative feeling? pfffffft. i feel like dyin. can someone nearest to the kitchen, grab a knife and stab me somewhere near the heart?

please?
i'd really like dat.

in the name of love.
11:04 PM