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Thursday, June 7, 2007
its past 12AM so, i am still one more day away from the interview.
my future. i'm so afraid of next week. its so going to be my judgement day. its not exaggerated okay!

and my family is getting more fucked up than ever. especially my parents! blinded by greed causing the turmoils at home. sucks. sometimes i so feel like screaming at them just to wake them up.. sometimes i wish this is just a dream. everything would be fine. now it doesn't seem like it...
fuck it.

Chapter updated on 6/07/2007 01:47:00 AM

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