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Wednesday, February 24, 2010
"loving hand "

it's funny how many tears i've cried for love.




i found it impossible, but true enough, i did.





in other news of my life: unfortunately, i have given up on my exams. i just want to wait for thursday when i'll be able to have fun in more ways than one again. though this is an impulse thought and want, i've already started acting it out. for example, instead of studying, i've been dancing and crying and.. wasting my life away. i was thinking of my primary school, and that bright young kid with two missing front teeth who was always asking and answering questions is no longer who she was before.

but the thing is, iun want to bring her back.
it was tiring keeping up with the facade.
the way it's tiring now. i was never meant to be here.




i want to fall in love again.







wait. is that even possible?



p/s: be mine. be mine.

p/s 2: thanks doreen love. (:


i thought and wondered at 9:40 AM