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breakaway
a short profile perhaps ?
a music player or hit counter ?
Thursday, December 10, 2009 // 7:54 PM

I can't stand it anymore. Stop leaving me hanging on the thread will you? I can't do it anymore. I can't do it. I really can't. I'm not strong enough. I can't stand it anymore. You're treating me really nice, you're making me fall in love with you deeper. We're getting too too close. Stop it? I don't want it to stop, but I know you should. Tell me what you want. I'd rather you slap me hard now and let me wake up. Stop me from chasing this dream. I don't want to hold my hopes high enough that falling is completely fatal. I'm hinting, but you don't get it do you? I really don't know what else to do. Because I really love you.
Sucky enough. Today. My lip's swollen. I shan't go for band tomorrow. Joking, I'll still go. Haha... I've got tuition at 1630. Which suck I'll have to carry my math textbooks there. Imagine how heavy it'll be. How sucky. My ankle is really spoilt. I can't even walk properly. That's how bad it is. It hurts so much that I feel like lying down. Stupid feeling, I know some people will just think that I'm slacking on purpose and lying so that I don't need to march. No matter what, if I'm going tomorrow, even if I'm gonna get MC for 5 years, I'm still going to march. I hate people maligning me. Any way, good luck to me. Last band practice tomorrow. Kinda fast. I'm gonna miss everyone. Haha...

Till then,
Melissa