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Thursday, March 5, 2009

I've been reluctant to go to school these days. Sleeping in class, failing my grades, what's the point of going to school and have to pay so much money for the examination fees? Alright, I'm exaggerating. I, myself do not know what's wrong with me these days.

Fuck that I'm temperamental.

Today, school ends at twelve-thirty. I went home straight so here am I, yawning with an empty stomach. Its so.. intolerant. I ate only bread during recess cause I've to learn how to eat at home and in the process of learning in saving money. HAHA.
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How can I overcome this feeling? We've been arguing about trust. Fight, argue over a small matter which is an annoying decision that you and I both hate being in. You knew how I felt towards you, and you know how much I feared in letting you go. You showed me your concern in many form of ways but you don't seems to know what they were about. You said sorry every time you see me upset. Why?

I know you didn't expecting me to blog about you in this way right? Sorry, strawberry. I'm just clueless. Because something in you, flaws and all, will always make me attracted to you.