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Tuesday, February 06, 2007

believe in the power of retail therapy.
it made me fell loads better.

i wish i knew what mistake i've made.
every stage of my academic life i face friendship problems like this. maybe it's my over-sensitivity, maybe it's just me.
if i agonise my friends so easily, i should just live without friends instead. or eliminate myself from this world. free of worries, free of trouble.

i used to think how beautiful the world would be without my existence. i hate myself for being a girl of no substance, no intelligence. all i could contribute is trouble, unhappiness, what have you.

the world seemed so gloomy all over again.