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Saturday, May 02, 2009

all this while my instinct is true. im amused. they have been talking about me all along. i mean what have i done? seriously, i dun know. if i have done any mistakes, at least told me. why must they ignore me? and what have i done until they talked about me? and the truth always hurts the most. to the extend of changing partner's in grouping. damn!~

people always stress about relationship. but me? always stress about friendship. they hate me. but why? what have i fucking done? i keep thinking day and night. i dun know who to turned to. i dun know who could understand this situation of mine. i cried thinking of all this. a lot of question... but no answer to it....

sometimes i just feel like going to 40 storey building and just commit suicide. i even tried to slit my wrist or just take those knife and stab my heart. damn!~ i just couldn't take this anymore...






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