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Wednesday, November 16, 2005
today, i put up a smile to school, like some other days. infact. very normal. i was forced to. i went to watch a movie as i thought i could escape from home and those sad stuffs. thou the movie was damm nice and romantic, but that couldn't do much to recover my mood and feelings. i went back home, nobody bothers about me, as if im transparent. so i do my whatever stuffs on my own. then, i duno wth she want. there she come negiociate and come lecture me. she said she's a failure i answered back : nobody says u are a failure. she said i seemed to dislike her alot : i said : i didnt ever say i hated u. whatever. im so fucked up and attitude. first time i didntt give in to her. i screamed at her like mad. i want to die. living in this world gives me hell. what for?! SCREAMING OUT MY LUNGS TO FEEL BETTER. I CANT TAKE IT ANY LONGER!

10:39 PM
 i stayed up nightsuntil the stars leave the skies.



reach my prismic soul.

Joey Wan
250890
VESPERIAN' i am.
i fly & shine with my mates
You'r on my heart just like a tattoo.
xoxo.


Unconditional desires.

To Tibet.


travel.


Make an Online Now Count



hear me.

Now Playing : Teardrops On My Guitar.

By : Taylor Swift.



Those words.


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