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September 07, 2009
I'm so tired.{6:13 PM}

hellos people.
I feel damn sick inside.
And i'm really tired.
I just woke up, but still...
I don't think i'm going to eat for a long time.

I've lost my appetite, really.
I just feel like killing myself.
No mood to get high,
no mood to eat,
no mood to be alive.
Because...
I keep thinking. (stupid brain of mine)
But overall, i'm happy for her.
He said he was going to take care of her.
So yeahs. Grats.

Now on to a less depressing subject...
Seriously, i've been wondering.
What's the difference between a Teriyaki Chicken burger and a Natsumi Teriyaki Chicken burger?
You know, the ones at Mos.
Someone enlighten me, yeahs?
Because they're like the same price...
And i doubt they just sell the burger during 'Natsumi' because it's over. ._. Haha.
I bet, i won't even eat if you offer me a ribeye steak, medium rare from some fancy restaurant.
I hope there's tennis this week.
And i wanna go msia to shop.
For crap.
Someone play with me badminton lah. ):
Gah! Bored like fuck...
Not that 'fucking' is boring.
I feel like beating people up.
Omg, i know.
Let's play asshole daidee.
Or mahjong. XD come my house play.

Someone teach me how to play half colour. XD okok. Shutting up now.

- Noctis Dante Wolfsbane, the NOISY.

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the only thing
A lonely road, crossed another cold state line Miles away from those I love Hope is hard to find While I recall all the words you spoke to me Can't help but wish that I was there And where I'd love to be, oh yeah Dear God the only thing I ask of you Is to hold her when I'm not around

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i ask of you
is to hold her
too far away
x