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Thursday, July 23, 2009

Have you ever wonder why some parents go against their children? Trying to stop them doing things. I mean, yeah I know they care. But isn't its their life to do things on their own. For atleast being an independent person and not to rely on their parents.

Shucks. It's really hard for me to understand now. I mean, hello? Your girl here is already turning sixteen soon, and they're like treating me like a small kid. But I'm lucky not to have curfews, but money wise, damn.

Let's just cut it off. Fuck that I'm temperamental.

1. Sadly, I didn't really have so much time with my boyfriend today cause of school. He had his floorball training while I was in the cabin having extra lesson. Another hectic day of school has past, what worse is today's schedule was very tight. Ended school at 3pm, followed by extra lesson till four-thirty.

2. I miss my boyf. ):
Times and times again we always had a tiff. I felt like shit when you walked away. I'm sorry if I make you feel bad. I don't care if I can't have you all to myself. If only for a moment, for a night or just a day, or even for awhile I could spend my time with you, only you, I would take that chance.

I'm sorry if I shouted at you. I'm sorry if I neglected you. I'm sorry if I pushed you away. I'm sorry if I raised my voice to you.

I know sorry is just a word. Saying sorry but you'll tend to do it again and again. Thanks for being so patience and understanding. You know, so many things happened to us. And recently, it's really hard for me to face it. What's come to worst that your parents found out about us. Who's to be blamed? ME.

Dear god, why must this things always happened to me? What have I done wrong? Why do people don't accept me just because of my appearance in what I wear or how i dressed? WHY. I tried so hard to change in terms of my attitude, I don't want to hold any grudges towards people.

Sometimes I felt like there's no meanings in life anymore.