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05 April 2008
Friends Of Mine; Your Loved By Me.
let me start by apologising.
&im sorry for all the mistakes ive done towards everyone.
maybe some of you will find me different these past,
but im no longer myself i can say.
im just confused with situations around me.
maybe some of you can say that,
"problems can be solved &things will get worst if i run away from problems"some of you might even say,
"there are people out there with heavier problems"
but im a girl who is just turning 17 &these problems of mine,
are just to hard to handle.
im a girl who live to enjoy.
each day,
every single freaking day,
problems enter.
if i were to solve it,
till when will it end?
please some one,
explain the true meaning of life.
friends,
they could only advise but not solve my problem.
please people,
try to fit your feet into my shoes,
a size 6.
having so much shits around.
thanks &goodbye for now.


forever begins, 8:48 AM


i may look like a barbie but, i aint plastic.


i love bitching
i love bitching.






i love bitching
i love bitching.


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