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Friday, January 6, 2012
Fool. @ 12:34 AM
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Stole this photo from Mayvis! It was from the day we all went out! :D


Today was off to a disastrous start, but I can always count of my friends :)
It was a serious of unfortunate events, and I just felt really bad cause I think I wasted a lot of time. But yeah, thanks guys, I know I can always count on you all :D


Oh, plus, thank you to the honest person who found my wallet and returned it. I'm a very lucky girl, and you are a freaking awesome person :D


Shopping with Teng, G and Ruiyi today. Like a typical day ah :) Oh and yesterday, Xinwei, Teng, G and Ruiyi came over to my house. We ate and played and talked cock. Laughed much :D


As for me, I've been feeling very down and bad about myself lately. It's amazing how other people can make you feel so bad about yourself. You know what I mean? Let me describe the feeling. It's somewhere between feeling like you're never going to be good enough and stabbing myself to death. Yup, that's about it.


I need to sort myself out. I am one lost little kid. Maybe I'm just tired. We'll see. I'll blog with a story tomorrow. A really cool one, so read okay! :)





memories
in cold decay.