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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 ?
Thursday, April 22, 2010 // 10:34 PM

Emancipation on that day. I'm still waiting for that day. I hope I haven't lost my sanity by then. I'm dying of tiredness. I can't stop sleeping, so yeah. You know I haven't been studying. I need to study, next week's MYE. But I can't stay awake.

Battling with all those stupid people, I beg to differ from what others think about this incident. It's my choice isn't it? To press on or not to press on. It doesn't make my day. It makes me regret telling some people. It's making me stressful. I don't want to keep acting like I'm okay. I'm not. It's driving crazy. Well, life always suck. So be it. Let it suck till the end. Funiculi Funicula Rhapsody, La Tarentella and Moment Musical in F Sharp Minor don't make my day. So what do I do? Sit down and cry.

Thanks for being so aloof. Thanks for making my life miserable, till now I still think of you. Till now I still love you. Yes, I'm no doubt the stupidest in the world. I still want that answer.