Sunday, October 1
Please don't cry.
mummy please don't cry
i promise to be a good girl
i will not talk about that stranger no more
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there's so much left untouched, unsaid. it's a wonder how we are becoming pretty good at doing this balancing act, though i do have to admit that there are occasions when we lose our control.. or maybe i do. cause everything is just a mist that has yet to take form, and it seems as if i'm just bulldozing my way through, not knowing if there's even a path ahead, or just pitholes.
hmm.. but i guess i will wade it out and see what's at the end of it.
and i hope the process will be stuffed with surprises at every turn. ooh.. love surprises!
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suddenly there's nothing else for to say.
hmm..
i'm glad that i'm being entertained?
nah.
YES, althea is still a nice girl (even though now i know she's reading this)
