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Thursday, July 28, 2005

i'm confused.

one day you're saying this, and another, you're doing something else. what exactly are you thinking in that mind of yours? i really want to know. and what was that strange 'interrogation' about? the one that i got from your supposedly close friend? did you ask her to do that or was it on her own accord? how is it that all her questions were so familiar and had happened before? and why did she stop replying after i told her some things? weird, isn't it? and what is up with you and your girlfriend? i would like to find out.
call me a busybody or whatever, i don't care.

the other one has stopped messaging me. good.. or bad?

anyways, home economics project tomorrow. super screwed.
there's co practice too!! argh. 1pm to 5.30pm.
liek, how long is that.

i feel so ; 8:06 PM

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