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Monday, December 03, 2007
haha. i'm dead.please please dont tell.and stop asking.i cant tell you anymore and i dont want to.maybe i will, someday.when all this is the past.but for now, leave me alone, please.i thank you all for caring, but enough for now, okay?haha, don't okay? stop. you're just giving me the license to start again if you do.i want to go for choir olympics. please please.youth camp next week, family chalet the week after. one more week and then BANG school's starting. rahh so dead homework's undone. okay i'm going to do my chem ws see i'm such a good girl :D
lost myself at 8:01 PM