Monday, September 29, 2008
Dear Lisa,
Last but i couldnt do good.
Blame me for not knowing how to be quiet.
I want to do how i set it. cos seriously, i know i could grab it.
I feel so giddy.. i seriously seriously feel like sleeping.
I hate to be uncomfortable. In my thoughts, in my clothing. Cos ill end up clenching my fist, counting 1 to 20.
And i think i need an inhaler.
I hate to swear sometimes.
Labels: Moodswings after dawn
tre arty
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