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Friday, January 22, 2010 - 10:56 PM


Surprisingly, I've got the mood to blog. Haha. But really... What is there to update? It's pretty much all about school.. NO WAIT, It's ALL about school. (OK. i'm exaggerating a little bit..)
HAHA.
It's occupying my mind, that's for sure, and that is a good thing. It feels as if i had no problems at all. Well, except stress from school..and the waking up early to finish up homework-not the point.

The point is, it feels great when you don't have to worry about stuff. Complicating stuff which you wouldn't understand. I'm pretty muddled myself.



I'm just a little bit caught in the middle.. Life is maze. And Love is a riddle. I don't know where to go. I cant do it alone, I've tried. And i don't know why.. Slow it down. Make it stop. Or else my heart is going to pop. Cuz it's too much. Yeah, it's a lot. To be something I'm not. I'm a fool. Out of love. Cuz i just cant get enough...



Till next weekend? Goodnight.