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Wednesday, May 05, 2010
@3:03 pm The typical girl who's in love and rushing things. I'm sorry. Pressure seems to be the word but i refuse to use it. I failed. It's Copeland's last tour. Playing in Singapore today. I hope u guys will have fun without me. ;) Friday, November 06, 2009
@10:28 pm here's what could have been. that your company would let you know what time you end so plans can be made ahead. that your handphone didn't dump on you. that you would have called me using someone's handphone like you said you would. that i had got your text mesage earlier and asked if you're sure you are going home. that you would asked me that question you asked me at night in that text message. that i stick to what i plan to do. that i was not restless. that the exam is not tomorrow. that my parents are punk rock enough. i wish to end my restrictions. i am tired of asking permissions. because when i asked and you said no, you don't mean no. you would give me alternatives. i'm grateful for that but your alternatives always include something i'd say "the life of others". and i do not want to be irresponsible so i always respect what you said and always end up in your "no" answer. it sucks to the max that i cannot do what i want to do. 23=adult. pui ah. Thursday, July 16, 2009
@3:49 am because this used to be you and now it's me. it's complicated. no, wait. it's over. totally. what friends with benefits. you are right. i'm an idiot. somehow, i don't think i can ever date. but i fucking miss you no matter how much you hate me.
@2:41 am if there's a word explaining worse than a break-up, please tell me. it's like at wit's end. i don't remember begging and crying in the relationship. i thank you too for everything. never will i forget them. and you. ass. Wednesday, July 15, 2009
@12:54 pm july means party, get high, knowing your limits and being sick. the weekends means friends with benefits. love! Tuesday, July 07, 2009
@11:07 pm then jon chan and band sings and i wish that i could be the who pick you up the one when you're down i wanna be around and i wish that i could say the things i wanted to or should i be screaming? you know i couldn't make you mine and so i have to let you go you know i couldn't make you mine and so i have to let you go.  because it is the seventh of july. heard the sound of trumpet on the way back home today. i swear it was you. | ||||||||||
