Thursday, September 01, 2005

wan to know about the last times of me?i was a slacker, ah lian...not many knows..not my family even...i was the guai guai quiet girl infront of many...well... i dont know why i'm doing this............taunt me....taunt me further...u jus keep taunting me of my past & u dont' know it all...past...love or tears i do not know...but its taunting me..alot...i make mistakes.. alot..but i'm changing..can u pls wait instead of rushing me..i need time...i need life...i'm not as perfect as i seem to be.i'm disgusted by myself.
posted @ 10:39
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