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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

I have no fucking clue what's wrong with me today.
I am not in the mood for everything and anything getting more frustrated with myself lately.
PMS maybe..

Agri and i posed for a shoot for MDIS upcoming open house and it was in my papers today.
My aunt got so excited, knock on my door and shouting for me.
She claims she doesn't recognize my clothes but had spotted by nose. #%^%$&#$#^@.






Im even suffering from a writer's block.
FML.
Ill go sleep, no promises on going to school tml.

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