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Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Space Fun Envy Twig Sweet Mix.

sometimes i lay on my bed, turn on th music and suddenly, feel all sour inside.
i start reminiscing. making my heart feel like a ton.
i've lost some people, fked off from some people and still warm with some people.
i don't wna fake that friendliness when i know there's something wrong, it's shit.

someone asked me before,
"who is your best friend ?"
"i don't believe in it"
"o.o okay, then what would you consider as one ?"
"i'll know when i meet one"
"what if you find someone like that ?"
"it's hard to find. or rather, they don't exist"


i want someone to come over telling me,
"i've got your back and you've got mine"
i doubt.
but it's alright. i like remaining as acquaintances (:

9:49 PM; bye.






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