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.Monday, June 8, 2009.

no one understands how it feels like to be stuck in nowhere.


okay, im super emo now.
with my mother shouting to me from upstairs.
yes, im trying to block out everything.
not that im ... or anything, its just that,
SHE HAS BEEN SHOUTING AT ME SINCE 7 IN THE MORNING.
and i tried stopping her, but she continued.

=.= im taking it as PMS.
its not my problem. as long as i keep quiet, and wait till its 1.
i'll be out of this damn place.
she don't understand, she never will and she never does.
so yeah, im going to get out of here...soon.
only that its 11.10 now.
gah.
oh yeah, where's my phone -.-



iloveyou
always.
11:07 AM