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Thursday, August 30, 2007

let's turn around when it's not too late yet. when it's not too late.

i wake up each day to a feeling of dread. i don't wish to be awake. i don't wish to have knowledge of anything. i don't wish to spend the day counting down the hours. i don't wish to think about tomorrow. i wake up wishing it's night again and i can sleep and forget. and i wish it's night again because that's when you will call me. i will hear your voice and everything else melts away. it doesn't matter anymore. at least for that few moments.

i'm sick and tired. never been so tired. never been so sick of things before.

i'm lucky to have good people around..people who care and are genuinely good to me =D

like the one who has a soft spot for me.=P
-cheryl
8:39 AM





Cheryl

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