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Why do I keep running from the truth?
All I ever think about is you
You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized
And I just got to know
ALLTOOFAMILIAR♥
garnering sympathy
Wednesday, August 27, 2008 4:01 pm

greetings to all.
decided to update another post as im super boring now. i just feel sleepy and i wanna go home. this claims form getting more and more confusing when days passed by. k3 niza on leave today. she went to JB to get her new hari raya curtain done. as im stuck at this office with stupid claims that i hate to do most. im trying every now and then to understand actually what that "CINA" wants. im trying okay. "oh god please help me".
to u: i know u are sick. please for once treat me like im the important person in your life now. can?! i just need someone to talk to. freshen up urself and be healthy. nak cepat baik kn. sleeping alot (i mean alot) doesnt really help u out with speedy recovery b. Now its like im this big emotional luggage that u has to lug around. I mean pardon the mood swings and all but i firmly say i am entitled to feel as such because of what has happened and (for all i know) whats bound to happen. I am not what one would call a pessimist, bu these days, all seems bleak. Like everything i do or say for that matter is somehow wrong. Right to the tinniest detail, in example my laughter. God i used to be feel like a trophy girlfriend. How often in one's life do you get to feel as such? Its saddening how it dissipates as quickly as it came. Learn to live with it. These very words are which i hang on to in moments of despair.
ilovemummydaddysistersathir

yours truly