newspaper word cut-outs.

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despite all the rain;

Monday, January 22, 2007

i hate school. i detest school. i am pissed with everything. i am stressed. feb 10 got performance. sigh. tired. but for down syndrome association. so duh, im going. but we gotta do a new item. learn new item. sigh. how to do well. ):

i'm gonna die. heck with the proper english. just no lahs and lors. i suppose.

life is really bad. i wanna quit ballet. not so much stress. haha. so ironic, becuse i love ballet. but stress lah. and studies, gotta come first. i guess im not one of those multi-taskers. i cant. sigh.

the giving up is the hardest part.