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Tuesday, May 19 {10:20 pm}

i'm sorry dear. i'm really not in the mood.

you should know my grumbles by now ba. and i really don't feel like talking about it. i just feel like crying. hiding in my bedroom and just cry it all out. i don't know anything, everything. and suddenly, everything just pops up. suddenly tmr meeting. suddenly must think of more games. i'm going bonkers already. how i wish i can just throw this thing off from my mind.

hurry come back dear. please? i'm going to burst out my tears soon.

--SheepsRulez(x*`