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breakaway
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010 // 10:51 PM

I'm insane, I really am. I'm gonna do whatever I want. And joke of the day? I foun out that Andre is like my brother. Randomly. Tom Fletcher looks really really handsome with short hair and spectacles. The thick-framed black-coloured one. I still find Dougie Poynter hot. Damn freaking hot. Danny Jones' low low voice is still that sexy. Harry Judd is still as funny as long time ago. I'm still in love with mcfly.

School really sucked today. Well, before afternoon class. I got really high during afternoon class. I don't know why. Maybe it's just the level of self-pity getting higher. I need to make myself feel a tiny weeny bit less pathetic. I shan't sympathize with myself should I? I really don't care. It doesn't really matter since I'll be feeling so shitty for a long period of time. Zuo Fu read my latest diary entry, sucks. He said I'm always so emo, even on facebook. Yeah, I can't help it. Pathetically stupid, too bad, that's what I am.

Things are not right, and nothing numbs it. It's just too painful. I can't use anything to distract myself anymore. Sometimes somethings are unforgettable. It's funny how I cannot cry, how I can't do anything but pity myself for being so fucking stupid. What's there left to do? Don't ask me. I don't know. I don't want to know.

The irony : You tell her no, you don't feel for her. You love her no more. You tell her friend you still care for her. You love her.

Reaction? Laugh and laugh at that jerk.

PS. Sunflowers are beautiful, but I'm sorry I've withered. I'll never shine so beautifully anymore. No more.