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Friday, May 05, 2006
I had a interview today.
However, i din wanna go.
I couldn't decide where to go with him.
I swear he got hell from him.
He'll never able to fight back with me.
He's always running out of things to ject me.
HAHAHA!
Its wasn't the best day,
either was it a worst day.
It seem to be any other normal day.
However i felt my heart sanking.
I just wanna go home.
I'm tired.
Something was missing;i did notice
(I just dont wish to admit it)
I realise i run out of topic to talk to you;
(But i always try)
I'm with you;
(Thou i know you aint the one)
I cried;
(thou i know it was never the worth.)
{/9:47 PM}
count on it .