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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

today is my off day thus i am staying at home the whole day. been dreaming ever since i awake in the afternoon. today is monday, should i call it as monday blue? i am feeling down the whole of today. am i thinking too much? i couldnt resist myself. perhaps i am having mood swing. i prefer working though it is tiring, it would keep myself occupy. i would rather tired until dead than emo until negative thoughts came upon my mind. sigh.

managing my emotions is an inside job. nothing would cure me other than that. not mentioning it here. he/you should know. i dislike being alone cause i knew i wont be reacting normal. the feelings is just horrible. if only he could just be text away, i would be fine. teach me how to smile, will you? what exactly i am feeling now? i dont know. its just totally uncomfortable. or perhaps i need some pills please.

to guide me through my path, its not an easy task.
i miss you.

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