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Sunday, November 28, 2004
a.f.r.a.i.d=scared

hey peeps whos readin all dis....k ferts tyng ferts...
to d guy name izan who keeps leavin me msgs in am taggies wif shrt conversations..kwahhah okae duyde yup i gta loasie probs in ma lyfe...read it and tynk...
ma lyfe is full of tynkyng...id un do tyngs juz like dat..i took risks and step stones to juz be up der...bt i knew ill fall..but den it isnt fair fo rme to juz push peple to let dem feel up der and im styll stuck dwn here..wif dem hafyn d glory and me showeryn wif from their dirt...changes mae take place..fuck changes...yur styll d same person..ive been eatyn ma werds and gosh..it hurts deep..in here and up der...ynoe war di mean...and now..ma lyfe is as complicate das it is..all rounder and im sayin i dun nee danybodie coz noone will want hgelp..its jus me..me and me...i mae change and gosh is ay i change bt im styll d loud sheena..coz now im able to control maself..ma feelings and ma tyngs...i knew hw to control ma emotions and actuali hide and get ove rit...hakz!well...wen yu eat yur werds yu reali eat dem good..and ders sum i did eat ma werds but sumhw im refrainin frm swallowin dem..but d werds in mamouth now..styll..is hurtyn me soo bad dat im actuali depressed and tooka conlcusion by nt talkin to hym at all...d more i avoid mae result to sumtyng swhch im actuali avoidin but hey...i rather avoid den feel being used..if hes gna be one ego king..let hym be...im tyred of arguin,tyred of cryin tyred of juz stay put and hydin..i rather run away..illl ive ma lyfe.. i willl...im tired of chasin ward i want other den ma goals..im tired of being d domineerin one coz im always gona go true d side effects and ill always stumble..and noone will cum to ma rescue..no one...well...mb dats me..dats hwow ma live suppose to be...mb ill juz move on and sae..sumtyme sin lyfe..yu gta be as ignorant as yu can be...fuck othe rpeple feeelings...fuck dem..make yu d best and happiest person ever...well wen tto madra jzu now...had eatyn tyme and ruzaini wa sder..didnt haf d mood to talk to hym...d mor ei see hym d more it make sme mad hw he actuali make me feel soo used..gosh!im juz an ex gf...and im nt suppose to let yu loose yur whate evr yu need frm me...go get it urself..dun fynd me wen yu need me even as a fren...niwaes..ma hands styll swollen but den it doesnt feel anytang at all..hahah..sriusly..gosha nd ma dad had d tap changed..hahah and d las small finger doesnt feel sanytang at all..hahaha oake..bt it hurts lil bit..but cn angkat ward!!hahah well..im styll pissed at ma mum..and i haf almost 4 problems to actuali tynk tru..and i hope ill be able to tynk reali tru w/o me cryin evry nyte and wen i wake up in stunned...no matter ward...im styll changyn...coz i dun like stayin in one postiopn..ill change but i styll haf a heart styll haf feelings an di styll tynk...i dun leave...ma werds?ill tell yu sumday war di actuali meant by eatyn ma werds...i conclude too much in ma lyfe dat i actuali pushyn ma boudaries awae nowadaes..but ders dis one conclusion..one sayin dat i realie took ove rit..actuali goin against it..but its difficult for me juz to say it...coz im afarid of d ending and d answer...im afraid nt to get into one...and it actuali makes me egoistic,dun bther,proud,nt reasonable and more a bigger bytch den yu tot ibve been..and gosh..i realli wannaa smile again evry mornyn.......


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