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Wednesday, August 15, 2007 @ 12:26 AM

im tired. im exhausted. my leg hurts. i just wanna lie down and fall asleep and yet here i am.

i got a letter from david MANNON!(ITS ALL THE FUCKING SAME LA? hahha. it was so sweet and touching! HAHA! anyways, today was very anti climatic.. like i was really looking forward to today and was quite excited about it. but then the thing is, the higher our hopes, the farther we fall. so yeah. rather ok day which didnt really live up to my expectations for one reason for another. i reached home at like 8:45. so damn late. then i taught nat math. i feel so accomplished!

so like i found out a bunch of stuff that kinda made me laugh my balls off when i would've been pissed. maybe i should've expected it. maybe i shouldnt be so stupid. oh well.

omg. fucking stupid i tell you. its like playing and toying around with each other. i wonder if any of you know what each other is doing. if not, then you guys are really really sad. if you do then, wow. wtf. i dont know what to say.

everyday we try to differentiate whats real and whats fake. we try to protect ourselves and be prepared ourselves. but how do we know whats real whats fake. if you think about it, everything that we see is jsut what people want us to believe. how we do know its real? i guess we dont. i guess we believe what we wanna believe. we trust in people and we trust in the things they say or show. i guess real is what we believe in. or who we believe in. but the thing is, if someone has let us down, how do we believe in them all over again?

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