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Monday, April 26, 2010
Let me say something. @ 12:07 AM

A week plus, and i feels as though nothing has been done. Quite.
I really need to watch my words, it seems that it really does affect me in some ways.
I Desperately need to work out. Like seriously, anyone up for a night swim or something ?
Boohoo. :(
Right, i shouldn't make myself sad, 'cause it would led me to eat and eat and eat.

But what to do when everything is making me upset. :(
So many decisions;
Entertaining people;
I need to abstain from fried food too. My throat suck big time; :(
People hinting me i have to lose weight;
I am a bit clueless of what's going on daily;
When my friends ask me out, or do things to concern me, care for me, i actually don't know how to handle it;
I am currently doubting i am able to handle anything;

What to do when everything clashes and no one's really there.

Freak. I need to do more programming. Gawd. Save me.

Loves suie;
p.s: whenever i remember i feel like stabbing myself to feel the pain 'cause its numbed.

When whispers no longer survive;

Because there's you and me.