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Cello, Piano
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Desires
iPod nano
contacts
pumps
nice bag; tote or handbag
new clothes
new books
good grades--the best for the last!
Music
Friday, July 20, 2007
pickled pickles
Music- feel good
I love you for who you are. I don't know what took me so long to get it. I'm not perfect, neither are you. If you could accept me, I don't see why I should be picking on you.
I was busy trying to prove that man can be an island, that's why.
Relationships die cos we don't pump them up with fuel. I remember you once told me about the impossible is nothing, remember? You were trying to console me. Remember.
I hate these words, but I'm sorry.
On the other hand, I hate church sometimes cos of what it reminds me of. I hate crying when singing happy songs and holding back my tears cos I'm supposed to be the independent iceberg that doesn't need a social life, thank you very much. What's more, I think TLC is going to die with less regrets than me. I never told her why.
I mumbled to myself not to mumble ever again- 8:43 AM
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