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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 December 2011 January 2012 February 2012 March 2012 April 2012 May 2012 July 2012 October 2012 January 2013 March 2013 July 2013 August 2013 January 2014 September 2014 January 2015 July 2015

{ Tuesday, February 10, 2009 }

Yes, the whole world decides on 100209 to be depressed.

Woman, I know you're feelin frustrated about it. But I guess it no point rushing him into it anyways. (:

Siewyi love, you know I love you no matter what happens (: Miss you so so much as well! Please meet up soon before I drown in depression! HAHA :D LOVE YOU!

Edmund, I'm learning to forgive. Dont fall for a player. DONT. He's not worth it. He'll just break your heart time and time again.

I feel proud of myself. I cheered two friends up in like one night. LOL. AND I'm finally getting don to some serious studying. Like FINALLY.

So I'm sorry for being an ASS in emily's class and being so idiotic. There's just so so much on my mind. The whole BP thing which seriously I see it going absolutely no where and still I hold on. How dumb can I get. TSK.

I'm depressed. Seriously, deep inside I know I am upset. Upset. Why? Because I knew the answer from the start. Heart, you've failed me yet again. Tsk. I'm disappointed in you. Its been multiple times you've failed me. I just wont ake it anymore. I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away. I give up because everytime I try it falls apart and when I dont try it still falls apart. I'm tired of trying. That's it. The hole of all holes. I know I wont get up ever. I wanted this one to work. Cos he was everything and more. BUT I guess I was wrong. Does it matter? No, it doesnt matter anymore. Forget it. Just forget it. I'm wayyy too tired and there are more important things in life than love. Isn't it?

I feel small. I feel puny. In this BIG BIG world. I feel puny. And I hide everything inside because I'm not used to expressing myself. But yeah, I' m really tired now. I want to give up; someone teach me how to.

& although I was willing to just run and hide.


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