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Tuesday, February 5, 2008,12:33 AM

I feel like shit. Worst than shit. I've been sleeping like a log right after school and woken up 1 hour ago. And then my head starts spinning, twirling and flying... I can't even complete level 9 choreography steps in audition and go "YIPEE!" 'cause I feel so fucking horrible AND terrible now. And I'm obviously not being myself in school today. Look, I have low self-esteem, I'm fucking sensitive! I can't handle relationship problems well. And tried reaaaaally hard to let you guys know I'm here, but instead, I got fucking neglected. I can't do anything to cheer you guys up, because I'll feel like a mosquitoe buzzing around your head when you don't give me any signal. I'm not angry at all, but I think I'm giving up already.

Just incase you guys don't know who I'm referring to, its everyone in The Clique.

I'm not in the mood for anything right now.
And Sayang didn't go to school, again. I miss him, alot.

Sigh, hopelessness is bliss.