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Dear Diary,
Thursday, April 10, 2008♥5:48 PM

im tired. really really tired. what can i do? i don't really feel like going to school these few days. my legs are really painful. everytime i sit down on the floor, i have to force myself to stand up. the pain is really unbearable. how i wished that day after walking under the heavy rain, i will fall sick. it's so much better then trying my best to walk without feeling the pain. think i sprained my shoulder that day. now i cant carry my bag on both shoulders unless my bag is light. seems im so unlucky nowadays arhs? oh btw, did i even try to attract attention? get your facts right before talking abt me. seems like you're the one trying to attract attention yourself. cant you just STOP walking past my table?! it's very very Distracting do you know that? you aren't the person i want to see. and, stop talking so loud in class alright? do you know that everyone can hear everything you say? i feel so sorry for you. well, maybe i shouldn't feel that way. cos you purposely talk that loudly to attract attention huh? don't like me to be one of the organiser for anything? don't come then. we wouldn't die just because YOU n your friends didn't turn up. it's alright with us. the most i pay more. i rather pay more then see you at the bbq. you really spoil my day. im not asking for a fight or trying to spoil your day or what. if you will stop saying anything abt me, it's alright with me if you want come for the bbq. but now, i don't think i can stand seeing you. i wont waste my time on scolding you. there's lots of better things for me to do. if you're asking for another quarrel, save your energy for doing your homework and playing your computer games or whatever you want do. i promised myself i won't quarrel with you again anymore. if you want quarrel, quarrel with yourself. i don't have the time and energy to quarrel with you again anymore. understand?



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