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Saturday, August 11, 2007
damn.


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can anyone remind me what it feels like?

my bff cindy and i have been seeing each other a lot on ym. and all we ever talk about? heart matters. anyway, even if we aren't im-ing each other, we do text a lot about how we think we're miserable for not being with the right guys hahaha.

practically i'm convinced, you can't have it all. i mean, we are beautiful, hot, gorgeous, smart women then why on earth are we single? HAHAHAHA. Okay, THAT WAS A JOKE.

....the euphoria that love brings. i forgot about it.

....and i still keep on forgetting about it.

because sometimes you choose to. oh well.

PS: it was the rain. it made me think about all this things, and yes, it truly was the rain. apologies.