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you're at: www.myperfectlies.blogspot.com
the Ms is: Melissa Ng
started since: 05-12-1991
contents: diary

sentimental.

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LOVES!

shopping,clothes,shoes,books,twilight;D edward cullen, and my dearest cousin !<3

HATES!

Loads and loads and mountains of mountains of homework!! school! D: WISHES! Get straight or curvy "A" for studies :D

ChatAboutIt;D.

HearThis!


First Love - Utada Hikaru

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Lyrics Avril Lavigne's When You're Gone

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December 2008
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Saturday, April 18, 2009

This whole situation is making me regret a lot of things, remember things that make me smile and cry. I want to believe you. I don’t want to hate you, I want to trust that you mean well. But, it still hurts more than it should.

And you can’t take it back, and somehow I agree with it too. There’s no point to me doing this all for the sake of, what?

That look in your eyes.

I want to escape.

I look like a fool now, don’t i?

What will come will come. What comes to pass might also never come back.


12:13 AM
A sentimental yearning.