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Saturday, February 12, 2011
yeah. I know. @ 11:22 AM

Tonight. The feeling of being with your friends. I am exhilarated.
But i feel detached. I feel as though i am a ghost with them. I could say light-hearted when i am with them. I laughed.

I am exhausted and like i've mentioned it countless.
Being in the hospital don't make you feel good. And like in and out. Being in the clinic makes you sick, but nearing in meeting the doctor your body feels better. I think it's all in the mind. Because i really dislike visiting doctors, for they often build this kind of judgement/analysis. Which i know it's their job. but i still do not like it. Prefer not to.
I really can't remember how much i've posted and how far. Lost track. I am dying under the pressure and stress from all corners. The only escape i have is actually to the point where my mind could not think of anything else and blank out. To think that's the thing you want least during exam.


Alright. Stopping here. :)
If you are free.
http://www.wattpad.com/1006205-prologue-it-'s-private
love.

When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.