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Sunday, May 01, 2005
trapped. hurt. no freedom. fustrated. pain.
dats wad my hands feeling rite nw.. i tot it was nice putting on a cast.. i was so dead wrong.. but there is some gd points behind it.. wad can i say.. feel like chopping it off.. so damn irritatin.. don tink i can last for 2 wks.. i need to run.. nationals round da corner.. help!
to Tania:
Happy birthday.. ur wad? 14 nw? haha muz act like one..
wanted ta make one whole column juz fer ya.. *tinks hard*
deres noting else to say..
im really happy fer u.. - duno why though.. but i know i am-
wads past is past.. look forward to da future yea.. let da past go.. u gota do dat yea? it will take some time.. but u gota do it.. it helps.. hmm..
hey.. u better buck up on ur studies yea? gona kill ya if ya dont do well for term 3.. u already skipped term 2..
im always here for u.. no matter wad.. ive made dat promise.. hav kept dat promise..
- ur guardian-
HAdi; doesnt matter anymore: 2:31 PM