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Thursday, May 15, 2008
i love you (:
more than i can ever imagine.
you kidnapped my heart,
and i don't want you to return it, ever.
you're one of the best things that has ever happened to me.
and i never knew loving a person could hurt so much. cos i know i don't deserve you, ever.
cos i know you deserve so much better.
tired D:no pre-concert jitters. this is bad.i can't wait for the holidaysthough i have to come back practically everyday of the first week.for remedial.and goodness knows how many other days for choir.54 days to graz67 days to block testsgive me strength
lost myself at 11:33 PM