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June 8, 2009
Composure :]


This troubled heartache
Won't go away
I think there might be something
Wrong with me

Am I losing my mind?
Sometimes I feel like
things are getting worst in time



---- Finding my way is just a waste of time!


I'm now a coward :))

It's tearing me apart and leaving me broken inside.

~~~


He doesn't know how much his words have shaken my very being. How much each word, though not spoken nor heard, pains my helpless heart. I never thought he had this much affect on me, that those few simple words could change how I saw the world, change me.



OMG :)) i made this last 5/13/09 and I forgot I even made this :)) It's like another time ago. I didn't even get to finish it, I wonder what was happening to me :))

~~~


You got me into this
information overload, situation lost control
send an S.O.S



--- This is what I get for waking up in Vegas!






Uh. Hi? :)) I'm back? :)) WTH. uh. its like 1 am i think [nanghuhula lang ako dito :P]


balikan ko nlng toh kpg di na ako inaantok at kpg bumalik na yung mga pagsasabi ko dito :)) pasensya na talga ah.

I HATE 2009! I HATE JUNIOR YEAR :| asdfghjkl @-) ?!@#$%$@!@#$# like woah =))

be back to edit this ;)

EDITED !

06/13/09

Belated Happy Independence Day! :D Yeyz :P

It's been more than a month since I last posted :)) I have revived my baby :D

SO uhm. Yeah. I hate Junior year :| @-) I miss II-4 and our Sophomore teachers. I miss everything about 2008 :-bd

So far, everything's getting back on track. I think :)) I'm trying not to be depressed anymore, just stressed :)) I have to work on Moving On and Joyful Acceptance. :-j [Thank you Myka Sumulong :D]

I don't know how to make Junior year better but hopefully, I will :D



The only permanent thing in this world is CHANGE



*random : Someone suddenly asked me in Y!M what foreplay was :)) nagulat ako =))*



It's over. I called it off, so what do you expect? I know you're Hurt but that's normal. What I don't get is the fact that you believed the lies and gossips people made when you know for a fact who I am. My Goodness. You're just destroying yourself. You're Pathetic. After all, you are Childish, Narrow-minded and Immature. What should I expect?

K. Bitter much :)) But seriously, I wouldn't have fallen hard for you if you weren't better than this. At least, That's what I used to think.


~~~

I LOVE YOU EDEN CALDERON!

THANK YOU SO MUCH -HUG-



RAPTURE; 2:21 AM



GRAVITY

In life, everything is a risk and you always have a choice. You control your own destiny. :)

MOVED OUT!

MOVED OUT!
HERE'S A LINK : NEW BLOG
RESURRECTION OF THY BLOG! YEY!

KTHANKSBYE!


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