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Monday, July 21, 2008

Rawr. Was in the RGCO thing last night. It was nice. But i dont enjoy it.
Today, was like super high. Duno why. Now, i think Jay's songs are super nice lo. Duno why.
And like kena sent out the class for something i duno. BUt ohwell, everythings my fault. Thats my life. After school stayed back for some RH thing. LOL. Alvin confessed. Thats like so stupid. I AM NOT A GAY. Went home. Ohwell. THERE IS A LIT TEST TMR.




Hey, know wat, if u dont trust me, dont ask me. I HATE LIERS. Seriously, i cant really find any reason to live. I feel like dying. I know i cant. There is something i have to do. But, will it matter? I wonder what happens. Well, the one whom i thought will nv care about me cared. But so what? I dont see anything worth living for. One day, i shall go crazy.

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