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Thursday, February 25, 2010 // 10:14 PM

It's just always that painful. I miss those days that Jake will tell me he'll be there somewhere for me. I miss how close we were, those times he tucks me into bed by nothing but his voice. Now it's never gonna be the same. We aren't talking at all. If ever you're gonna read this Jake, I'm not angry with you. It's not your fault. Not at all. Talk to me, will you? I don't know why things are going this way. Seven years of friendship, don't throw it away.

My mood was really shitty today. I wasn't feeling well at all. BP was damn low.I slept in Chemistry class and got caught. Didn't get scolded, but I felt like dying. Ate panadol after band. IT IS NOT HELPING. I think I'll be dying soon. Really really soon. Maybe I have a brain tumor or something like that.

I wish, I wish. I wish I could remember how to feel. Remember how to smile, laugh and cry from my heart. I miss venting everything out. If only that could happen, I won't feel so bitter now. I won't feel the angst. It's giving me a tormenting headache, I'm choked by my anger, I can't live my life anymore. Never more. Mistakes, everyone makes them. This consequences sometimes are just too much for us to bear. I'm sorry, I really am. But nothing can change anything now. I'm sorry I love you.

PS. If transylvania was my life story...