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Sunday, January 31, 2010
sunday afternoon-alarice

have you heard alarice's songs before? Its A.W.S.O.M.E:D

Church today. Picked Reyna up at 8.20 then went to church together(:

After that, went home. No where to go for lunch. It was a friggin hot sunday afternoon so who in the right mind would wanna go out for lunch? Had corn soup+bottlecap screws for lunch.

After lunch, aww..i dunno, felt a little okay, not little, VERY depressed. Someone said somethings to me. And did somethings to me today. So i guess i was kinda affected by it. Wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

It sucked, y'know? To want to cry, but can't. Its like, feeling like you wanna puke/vomit but you can't. How awful is that?!

It hurts so much, that i feel like exploding. Aww.. And to top it off, Dear Stupid has gone back to Canada): Gonna miss her though. Hmm. Couldn't meet up with her cos she was busy visiting her friends/relatives over here. *double sighs*... Looks like i gotta wait till her parents come down here for another round of dunno what or if her school is having holidays.

Theres always another chance, rite?

Tmrtmrtmr.. i'm already starting to get the MONDAY BLUES.. Great-_-.

Ahh wells, i hope things will work out between us. And hopefully, the certain someone would stop whatever he/she(not gonna disclose your name or gender) is doing. Cos i'm hurting more than what i can handle):