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Sunday, February 03, 2008
for some reason, i cried a lot today. i think i cry too much :/anyway, thanks rebekah <3what you said really makes sense you know? no matter how hard i cry, he'll never know i'm crying for him. and he'll be living his happy life, while i'm living in his shadow. it's not worthwhile, is it?anyway, thanks dear. you make a wonderful junior you know(:rawr):
lost myself at 12:50 AM