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e ye ca nd y.
i'm your soul.

Your photo here.

I'm a girl who ONLY love myself.
Oh yes, I love Zac Efron too, :D

strike out.

I want you
I wanna be rich too

hearts talking.



alternative exits.

jessica's sweet and simple life. ★
daniel's dead. ♥
crazy carol's singulariity. ♥
hannah's hot style. my bunnydoll. ★
joyce's life & josiee's love. ★
sweet & innocent sophiaa. ★
shirley's / twinnie's world. ★
runaway with brenda. ♥
sung.i.boo.♥
oddly khashi.
tim. ★
valerie and her valentines. ★
angy . the mean bitch?coursenot.★
scottyboi./ ★
tonydudette.♥
OMGKEVIN. ♥

my days, not yours.

January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009

thank you.

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Sunday, January 25, 2009

oh my gosh, i feel so horrible..
i feel depressed.

am i really spoiled? :(
okay. heres how it went.

i love my mom dearly.
and like, it just occured to me.
when my computer broke, i asked for a new one, i got it right away. { in 2 days. }
of course it is my money.. but she hasn't taken the cheque out, so i'll owe her.
but my mom tries so hard to like, do everything clean up, etc etc.
and whenever she askes me something i either reply with i dont care or i dont know
i love my mom so dearly, i hope she knows that
i want to be able to help more in real life more.
whenever i try, i struggle and eventually get bored / stop.

she says shes happy now, taking care of all of us annoying people.
i don't believe her.
she's a survivor, i just love her so much, i can't express it.
with having said that
shes not sad, shes content.

why do i feel so horrible?
guilt. guilt.
i still don't understand.
ugh.



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