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Tuesday, June 1, 2010 @ 4:09 PM
Look for it.

Wow,where's my laugh,where's my smile.

Nahh nevermind. It doesn't matter to anyone.

Seems like everyone is running away from their own feelings. Pushing around and around. So love is like this.

F*** love.

Because you gave love a bad name. Last time,wouldn't be like this.

Times that i care for you,but you look for the times that i don't care.

Still can't forget the good times.
Don't plan to forget,unlike you.
Forget the great times we had, focus on bad times we have.

Guess grades are going to fall again. Can't get anything into my head.

Haven feel my smile for days.
Could have fall down the stairs today,feeling dizzy. But manage to get myself up.

Body feeling weaker and weaker each day.

Something wrong with the maggie mee?