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Monday, January 5, 2009 | 2:58 PM

School life is boring.
Seriously, I bored with school.
Seeing all our batch girls gone,
I feel so annoyed with myself.

People of my age having holiday,
But what am I doing? ):

I really hate school and life for now.
I'm getting depressed day by day.
Though I may not show it.
But I'm falling badly.

When I'm out with people,
everything seems normal.
But when I settle down tears just keep flowing. ):
I think I'm going to be depress soon.
I seriously feel like crap.

This 2 songs currently plays how I feel.



Words seriously can't describe how I feel.
I'm feeling miserable.
God take me out of where I am will you?

I'm missing you,
But there's nothing I can do.
The feeling is terrible.
I don't want to move on can I?

I hate everything right now.
I'm lost again.
Stuck in a deep hole where I cannot be seen.
I want to hide.