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nostalgia.

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WHEEEE!

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

sentimental.

about yourself!
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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

leave.

CREDITS!

By chantel
Base Code & Inspiration pride.avenue:D
Images introvertevent welder bora
Lyrics Avril Lavigne's When You're Gone

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December 2008
January 2009
March 2009
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Why am I such a failure?

I can’t even do a simple thing like this properly, maybe there’s a reason for this situation after all. I’m a careless, useless, irresponsible person.

I’m utterly demoralized.

All I do is to make me surer of my decision.

You tried to comfort me. Justify it even.

But so what if I was sick and vomiting?

I wasn’t the only sick person in the country.

I’m tired of this terrifying guilt.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry to you, to myself.

And to the hopes that will never be realized.


10:46 AM
A sentimental yearning.