newspaper word cut-outs.

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despite all the rain;

Thursday, December 04, 2008

gah.

i need a diary lol. just me and my weird thoughts. thank heavens i know my mum will never read it. but obviously i wont put it in an obvious place.

i feel strangely hollow.

i keep telling myself to do homework but im not. hah. no surprises there.

when will i ever learn?

whee. bad day. feels like dung. feel like a bad friend too.

been awhile since i got so personal with my blog. guess blogger's not all that hopeless after all.

the giving up is the hardest part.