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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 ?
People marching to the drums, everybody's having fun to the sound of love,
Saturday, October 16, 2010 // 1:28 PM

Yet, I'm sitting here thinking about how much my life suck reminiscing about how my existence never ever mattered to anyone. HEH.

No lah, I'm fine. I'm just being dumb. Exams are over. I still can't believe it's over sooo freaking fast. I still have that Imma fail everything thingy going in my hear. I'm losing my sleep. It's horribly terrible. I'm half-sick. That makes everything worse.

I'm changing a lot. I'm not even going out. I hate going out. Sometimes I really don't wanna go to school. Heck everything. I just don't wanna step out of the house. Because I'm mad. Great explanation right? I just wanna be alone nowadays. I can't stand company. I'm almost dead around people, even alone. Somehow that voice inside is trying to shout louder and louder. Sometimes it seem like it's almost impossible to shut it up. Kill it, I tell myself. I find myself segregating myself from the others more. I find myself blasting music more often. I wish I could get over this pathetic thoughts.