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Friday, July 10, 2009, 4:16 AM

Hey guys,
I got my phone back.
Same number, same shit.
Don't call me because the new plan charges a bomb -.-
Message me if you want.
But it depends if i want to reply you.
No fucking mood.
Bye.


.. Sorry big brother. If you think I've change.
Then I try to change back to the little sister that you love, the little sister I've always been and will be.

These words were stuck to my head ever since i read them last week.
I don't know what's going on anymore.
I don't feel like caring.
But it just comes to me.
I can't concentrate well in school.
I can't concentrate well at home.
I can't concentrate well in basketball.
I can't fucking concentrate.
Rainie, its not really your fault.
I don't know what's gotten into me.
I'm a fucking bastard who likes pushing the blame to other people.
Give me sometime, I'll think through it.
I'm the worst brother anyone can get,
and youre the best sister anyone can get.
I'm so sorry.
Fuckhead.

And Tiffany and Joyce,
I'm coming to find you soon.
As soon as _____________ ends,
I'll come to find you.
I swear

Sometimes, I feel damn useless.
I think no one really cares what I want to say.
No one.
No matter how hard i tell them , they just don't understand,
I don't want things to turn out this way.
If i knew that telling you how I felt would really make things turn out this way,
I rather I never told you that I loved you.
I rather take back everything i said and make everything return to normal.
I rather that Tiffany and you would be back to where you were supposed to be.
I miss both of you.
Really.
I MIAed for a very long time huh?
I just don't feel like coming online anymore.


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