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A normal day
Sunday, August 5, 2012

Today was a normal day. When I say normal, it is really normal. I didnt gossip, didnt play, didnt chat much and lastly, didnt talk to him or her. I am going to do a project with her tomorrow. Haish... Dont really feel like meeting her yet even though I have recovered a bit. She said she might not be able to meet us for the project tomorrow as she has to meet HIM and the other two girls for the dance tomorrow... Really sad. She may not be able to do a project just because she has to do a dance?! Okay nvm... I am still hurt because of the two of them.. Maybe not hurt by her, disappointed? Ya, will have to meet the two of them tomorrow. They don't know what happened. So, I have to pretend nothing has happen and continue laugh with them until I am fully recovered.


I am really sorry for loving you too much..

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