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Thursday, March 3, 2011
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. @ 10:02 PM


I just finished my literature homework, I feel soooo accomplished :D
But I haven't started on physics so just fml now.
I slept from 5pm to 6am but I'm still tired. Doubt I'm getting any sleep tonight cause I gotta study for physics, but there's school+chinese+physics+debate+choir till 7 tomorrow. FMLX2.
Gonna be so exhausted. Saturday still have class also _l_
Gotta go study, try not to miss me okay. Don't stop stalking ah -.-
By the way guys, random fact. Cupid was blind :)

Remember the time you say you were moving here? I was so excited. I said we could go to school together and bus home together.

Look at us now.

I'm still going to school alone. You won't even look at me. It hurts. I'm sorry. But it hurts that what we had meant nothing to you at all. you won't even look at me. Am I that horrid? Or are you?

Guess I feel hard in love, but I was just to heavy for you to catch. So I fell to the ground hard. Real hard.





memories
in cold decay.