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Sunday, February 18, 2007

I so want to write about this certain incident that stayed in my mind for this whole evening. But I'm afraid of hurting other people because really, that is not what I want to happen. I just want to let this all out, try to make sense of these things that I feel, these thoughts that I've been thinking for more than 6 hours now. I just can't accept the fact that I'm feeling this way, that I can't do anything about the situation, and I don't really even know what I want to happen! I need someone to tell this about! Sumabug na ku! Abby! Jacel! Help.. Haha. Ji, MURET! Nanan ka?


2/18/2007 01:40:00 AM