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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

i hate it wen things get publicised like dey r super glamourous n im so proud of it..
no im not... im really not at all pleased at all alrite?

i nid to gain better control over mi emotions esp. wen the swings get more frequent n the more unstable i feel..

sumtimes wen i needa explain.. i feel too tired to do so.. now i dont even wna explain animore.. u noe how terrible dat is? i need pple's understanding.. pple's belief.. n pple's trust in mi..
i dont nid consolation... nor sympathy..

ni ming bai ma?