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Hello Earthlings!

Sunshine. Tanning. Good friends. Fun times. Bad times. Chill outs.
Picnics. Singing. Dancing. Laughing. Crying. Unglams.
Island getaways. New experiences. Many more..


This is my story. Enjoy. (:

Friday, January 30, 2009

BROKEN.
Today is not the best day of my life, ever.

I received 14 missed calls and messages from my clique people.
I'm truly sorry for missing the clique gathering tonight, but you guys should know i wouldnt miss any gatherings without a valid reason.


How to describe what i'm feeling now... broken?
That's not exactly the kind of reaction i had expected from him, neither was i prepared for his denial of everything.
How much does it take for a person to face up to reality when the facts are laid right infront of him?

I guess only he holds the answer to that question.

Seems like one of my worst fears came true today.
Dont tell me to cheer up, because i cant.


I love my friends, every single one of them.
Thanks for always being there for me.
(:

Tell me to stop. 6:12 AM