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buildings with a hundred floors,
spinning 'round revolving doors.
baby i don't know where they'll take me.

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breakaway
a short profile perhaps ?
a music player or hit counter ?
Monday, December 7, 2009 // 9:58 PM

It wasn't that hard isn't it? I thought it'll be. It wasn't, maybe partly because he wasn't an asshole. For those who can understand, then good for you. I'll still be there if he needs me. We're still friends. Thank God for that.

Sucky day. Yesterday too. I vomit everything I eat/ate/eaten. I can't stand it. I even vomit bread now. I don't think there'll be anything I can eat. Anyway, band was not so good for me. I'm not versatile. I keep doing one bad bad mistake. Which made my dressing super out. 2 steps. How sucky. I keep doing the same old mistake lah. Well, nothing beats being half-ill. And the fact that I only had sleep for about an hour yesterday. WOW. Great... I wasn't focused in band, almost fell asleep marching. It's dumb.

Freaking bad bad day. Bad mood. Confused feelings, don't know what to do. I'm starting to regret my choice. I don't know what to say. I'm dying.

Till then,
Melissa