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Sunday, December 13, 2009 - 10:18 PM
Advent Gathering

Today was..fun.
This time it was the 70s style!

Went over to Pat F.'s house first.. Then to the community centre, and then Kayla's house.
It was really fun but nothing will change what I'm really feeling inside.
It hurts a lot. Really, it does..

Anyway, our performance screwed up! We had to repeat the dance 3times..technical problem.
haha. i really enjoyed myself..
Had some crying moments, but they really cheered me up :D

Well, until i saw the comment.. I know he don't mean it(i think) because there was a 'haha'... But i got really hurt, again, and... i don't know... It made me angrier and more upset.. It made me pessimistic..again.
I can see how fragile i am now.. I don't know when it'll end. Maybe in 2 weeks time. I really hope so..

I was miserable, and still am.