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Tuesday, January 6, 2009 | 7:51 PM

Hello hello.
School is as usual, boring.
Lessons are pretty much starting.
Teachers are freaking us out.

I feel so stress up again,
I see the work we're going to handle.
It's piling like we don't need to sleep.
If only you could still be there to lift me up when I fall.

I thought I manage to mask my emotion,
But I was wrong.
I'm sorrry for letting you see the sad side of me.
And and, I'm sorry if I lose my temper easily this week.
You sit beside me, and somehow I pity you,
because you get to see the other side of me, I'm really sorry.

I still don't have the motivation to study.
Everyone is telling me how important this year is.
I'll try my best alright, its real hard.
Thanks audrey for asking me to join you people during your study time,
Knowing that I needed those motivation.

I hate coming home somehow.
Not that I dislike home,
But I hate to be stuck in my room.
Thoughts just sets in.

It saddens me most when I listen to the song unbeautiful.
Tears just stream down like a tap.
Every sentence speaks a lot to me.

It was you and me against the world
And you promised me forever more
Was it something that I said?
Was it something that I did?
Cuz I gotta know
What made me unbeautiful.

I lost someone precious to me,
And it was hard for me to bid goodbye.

I'm trying real hard to forget,
But each time I try,
I fall into a deeper hole.
I seem to be getting worse.
Pick me up from the hole and hold me tight again.

Can I say I want to give up trying?
Instead I want to hold you tight,
And never to let you go again.

If I'm willing to let you fall on me,
Will you?
I'll pick you up when you fall if I could,
Could you do the same to me?

I hate the feeling of being lonely,
I miss those naggings,
I want to be nag at by you.
Will you be the one who will stand by me again?