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Trini's.
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CHIJ St. Nicholas Girls' School (Primary & Secondary)
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What is the difference between loving and liking?

Random musings

you pulled me back
caught me and left me hanging
in your pocket
you're my worst salvation, baby.
oh i wish i was not the one to walk away
to live life your way.

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Past entries

White rainbow;

♥ January 2009
♥ February 2009
♥ March 2009
♥ April 2009
♥ May 2009
♥ June 2009
♥ July 2009
♥ August 2009
♥ September 2009
♥ October 2009
♥ November 2009
♥ December 2009
♥ January 2010
♥ February 2010
♥ March 2010
♥ April 2010
♥ May 2010
♥ June 2010
♥ October 2010
♥ November 2010
♥ December 2010
♥ January 2011
♥ February 2011
♥ March 2011
♥ April 2011
♥ May 2011
♥ June 2011
♥ July 2011
♥ August 2011
♥ September 2011
♥ October 2011
♥ November 2011
♥ December 2011
♥ January 2012
♥ February 2012
♥ March 2012
♥ April 2012
♥ May 2012
♥ June 2012
♥ July 2012
♥ August 2012
♥ September 2012
♥ October 2012
♥ November 2012
♥ February 2013
♥ April 2013
♥ July 2013
♥ October 2013
♥ December 2013
♥ February 2014
♥ March 2014
♥ August 2014

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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

there's something very wrong with me.
all these sudden mood swings.
what is happening to me.
i feel like sleeping and never waking up.
i am in no mood to study for chem, fine i'll just fail that test.
nobody really cares anyway.
my mum? she wont really know.
until the ppr comes.
like all the other tests that i failed.
i admit, i suck, im a loser, i really just suck so much i should just disappear and never come back.
but where can i go.
i know i suck.
how can anyone have this ridiculous phobia of a fucking ball?
its just a ball for godness sake.
you wont die when it hits you.
its just volleyball girl.
you wont die playing it.
its just one fucking ball.
at most you'll just get disfigured.
not like im even pretty of even normal looking in the first place.
and thats why i hate mirrors.
i hate reflections.
i hate shiny objects.
they show me how i look like, that face in the mirror just makes me want to puke.
i dont care if you think that im such a bitch, bitching about all these ridiculous and stupid stuff.
but i have to let it out somewhere right.
theres no where else.
is it possible to go to the beach and shout like crazy?
its impossible, i would want to try it someday though.
those tears, unknown tears, falling for no particular reason, why?