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Thursday, September 14, 2006
OH MAN FUCKING SHIT. FUCKING SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT. MS JACKIE CHENG CAUGHT ME FOR MY FRINGE. AND SHE HAD TO CUT IT. It doesn't look awful, but i feel LIKE A DAMN PART OF ME IS GONE. I AM SO SAD. But thank goodness, it still reaches the end of my nose, cause she only cut the left side. Ok. So here's how i feel today. Depressed. Because:

1) JACKIE CHENG CUT MY FUCKING HAIR.
2) I haven't handed up 3 chemistry assignments.
3) I havent handed up 4 chinese assignments.
4) I need to hand up a damn difficult history assignment tomorrow and i'm not halfway through.
5) I haven't handed up one english assignment.

This sucks. Don't really feel like blogging, although i feel like its really an obligation. Well, i guess it's just another one of those days. But i guess it will grow back after several weeks, although i feel fucking sad about it. That happened this morning at around 11, and im still sad about it nearly 10 hours after it happened. I guess i have to look on the bright side, althought IT IS DAMN FUCKING DIFFICULT.

Maybe if my heart stops beating
It won't hurt this much
And never will I have to answer
Again to anyone

Please don't get me wrong

Because I'll never let this go
But I can't find the words to tell you
I don't want to be alone
But now I feel like I don't know you

One day you'll get sick of
saying that everything's alright
And by then I'm sure I'll be pretending
Just like I am tonight

Please don't get me wrong

Because I'll never let this go
But I can't find the words to tell you
I don't want to be alone
But now I feel like I don't know you

Let this go, let this go

But I'll never let this go
But I can't find the words to tell you
I don't want to be alone
But now I feel like I don't know you

I'll never let this go

I can't find the words to tell you
That now I feel like I don't know you

Dammit. Those lyrics are exactly how i feel today. Because " Maybe if my heart stops beating it won't hurt this much ", and i certainly don't want to let my fringe go. Haha. I don't know if that was a fake laugh, but i feel like shit ! ARGH ! Well, until next time i guess.

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