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Saturday, July 08, 2006

Haven't been this stess.
Haven't felt it this way.
Like everything is rushing up to me.
Wanna make things all work out well enough to make all my friends and me feel better.

But they tend to get it wrong.
One, tend to ask me study 24/7.
Getting enough stress for me to cry.

Turn down today's outing to study with michelle.
Cause i was very affected by what one have said.
Really wish to do well this time.

Just din have the mood to play with the cliques.
BF got angry.
And i wanna explain myself.

However i find it to hard to spill out everything.
Heart sanking so heavily.
Every night;
I wonder,
Did i do the right thing today?
Is anyone angry with me?
I don't know.

Feeling terrible and hope i am not mistaken.
Every little thing i do.
I have my reason why.

I don't ask for more.
But forgive me if you are angry with me.
I really have my reason why.
And i don't meant anything bad that you are thinking.



And baby,
Day by day;
Its harden for me to let you go.


{/12:38 PM}
count on it .