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I'll never forget
The Flowers You Gave Me
or anything else for that matter
DORITA
070191
holy in pri
brownie
anglican high
girl guide
student coucilor
st. andrew's junior college
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living sanctuary brethen church
youth ablaze
doritarded@live.com.sg
there's not much i wanna say.
just a lot that i wanna do.
if i ever get the chance
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
it's pretty unbelievable how foolish i feel.
been trying to think all of it through rationally.
organise my thoughts and emotions.
figure out what this really perculiar and never before felt feeling is really but i'm afraid.
i'm terrified.
fortified.
i'm a wimp who's afriad to face up to her own self.
this tomfoolery.
i'm gonna do my head sooner or later.
p.s. i'm betting my money on sooner.
11:06 PM
