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Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore
Black and white Pictures, Images and Photos Michelle, 050296
I'm not perfect, so deal with it.
Thursday, December 17, 2009

Hi world.
I feel screwed, I am screwed.

Morning, woke up.
pack stuff and went to ah ma's house.
talk to claudia on phone. WOW.
then, decided to go to her house before church.
then ate at her house, asked her to go to HL with me.
then realised, my wallet's at her house -.-'
walked back, then went to church.
then the stuff.
I was so screwed, cant lead a song properly.
oh, and bitch, you didn't have to show me that face.
it's ugly and you spoilt my day.
or, well, my night.
alright, nevermind about that.
must you still comment about my hair?
it's mine right, or is it yours?
really, f' you.
I've no idea why I'm so angry, but I am.
cause you made me.
whatever, to make things worst.
I left my phone in my friend's Dad's car.
wtf please. I need it so badly lah.
I'm so stupid.
I should be mad at myself instead.
well, I am.



what's my fucking problem?
oh, and I missed a show,
I'm dying to watch, to get this.