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I blog for NO purpose. IF you don't feel comfortable reading this then don't. STOP telling people how STUPID I sound everytime I post something up. Seeking for sympathy is just NOT me. I just want your respect. These feelings are just so true to forget. It's my blog. my life. my words. my choice!
;DD

z i m a H . s
<3
Bruneian. October 1988. An Undergraduate. BSc(Hons)Health and Social Care. Loves Sociology Hates Psychology. BIG is beautiful ;)

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Sometimes I wanna call you but I know you won't be there
Monday, 8 December 2008
01:16
you can ignore this post!

would you tell me I was wrong? would you help me understand? are you looking down upon me? are you proud of who I am? sigh. It comes right back. Wasn't able to get a proper sleep last night! How long till I get to feel what life's like before again?
If I had just one more day, I would tell you how much that I've missed you since you've been away! The problem now is, will the day come? The opportunity that I've been dreaming to have. The answer is with you. It was my mistake to have not stopped you in the first place. My biggest mistake, I admit. With this love I still have for you, I think it's never too late to tell you how much you really mean.

xo
oh it's dangerous. it's so out of line to try and turn back time. but..