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Sunday, July 6, 2008

AAAAAAAAAAAH.
I'M SO UPSET.
EXTREMELY UPSET.
ABSOLUTELY UPSET.
I ADMIT.
I'M GREEDY. I THINK TOO MUCH. I ONLY BELIEVE IN WHIMSICAL STORIES.

YOU ARE ALWAYS CAPABLE OF CONTROLLING MY EMOTIONS.
AND I HATE IT.

ALRIGHT. I DON'T REALLY HATE THAT.
I HATE IT ONLY WHEN THOSE NEGATIVE STUFFS COME BY.

OKAY YOU WIN.
I'LL GO TO ONE CORNER AND THINK ABOUT THE NON-NEGATIVE STUFFS THEN.
WHEE!! :D

BOO.
I CAN'T DIFFERENTIATE IF I'M STILL UPSET/HAPPY/ANGRY/WHATEVER NOW.
YOUR FAULT. (gladly)
HAHAHAHAHA.

Shucks I'm going to be mad. One year older doesn't mean mood swings get better.

Yeah, and Happy Birthday.


and there she goes chasing her fairytales, 23:56