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To the stars that played with the darkness
I sang of love and burned up completely

Monday, September 25, 2006 @ 9:13 PM

*updated
i haven cried so badly for a couple of months i believe.

i hate this trend. each time i experienced a week of euphoria.. the next few weeks of hell comes along.

how apt it is to think of psalms 42: 5. i was jus tellin myself.. no way am i feeling down as i was reading the daily encouragement.

family affairs. money is the root of all evil.

i couldnt find anyone to talk to.. to call. no doubt i have many frens to hang out with, to do crazy things with but it jus seems to weird to call them and start crying or even ask them to sit beside me while i cry. i dont need u to comfort.. i jus need someone to be there tts all.

somehow im glad u r online comforting me while u r crying n pmsing away AND of cos for calling me.



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