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Sometimes I dream,
Wednesday, June 23, 2010 // 10:06 PM

I'm checking into rehab, 'cause everything we had didn't mean a thing to you.'

Yeah, I should go to rehab. Get rid of my addiction. There're loads I should do, besides wasting my time. I'm really distracted today during band practice today, I don't know why. I seem to be daydreaming. But the weird thing is that my mind is blank. It's just drifting about everywhere. Yeah, the living dead. I don't know long will it be hibernating, but let's hope I'll wake up soon enough.

I almost fainted today. Dizzy spells, but nope. Didn't drop dead on the floor fainting. I squad down like an idiot when I was doing marching. I did look dumb and retarded, but at least I didn't faint, so Jonathan shouldn't say no to me practicing the formation with the band next band practice. Well, deal's off if I faint, I know. I hope I won't. It doesn't feel nice you know, I always return home with bruises on my shoulder, back and things like that. I really suck.

PS. I wish, I really wish... But it'll never come true. ILYVM. IMY.