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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating

I bet you don't know me
Cassie Audrey FIFTEEN. TAKEN, 030211. 130297.


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Monday, October 15, 2012
I REFUSE TO GET HURT.


Right now at this moment. I am happy. Free from all the stress. Now at least, the pressure is low. No more 'Go study! Don't use your handphone too much! PMR is near!' Now I can have my peace and quiet. *smiles like an idiot*

HAI EVERYONE. As you can observe that I am very happy(well not really since I have nothing to do now), because we finally overcome PMR. Haa. Now the pressure is on the outcome. Yes. The outcome. Can you imagine, after all the hardwork and it didn't pay off. You see your parents get so dissapointed and what even your teachers.... But hey! I have a good feeling on this. I really do. 

I kinda miss Shera. Yeah. I do. But what she did, its still haunting me. I forgive her, but I can't forget. Therefore, I have to wait till it's not hurting me anymore. I pity her for what DW did to her. I knew this was going to happen. But, his text was so convincing.. even I trusted him. I mean, if this happened because of what I did to his friend, I am sorry but you don't have the rights to put this on Shera. I trusted you, man. I did. Now I can't even....whatever.  I thought after I leave the friendship, he could at least take care of her.. But he couldn't. Damn.... I feel sorry for her. I should probably talk to her. Ego is a motherfucker

Now I can bitch all around. Hahaha. Shiz. That whore from my school, needs to get slap for talking bad about others as if she's perfect. I mean c'mon. She's not even that pretty and she goes all saying people being ugly and shit when she...nevermind. I don't even wanna say it. Hah! I hope karma fucking hits you. 

I can't even explain how happy I am right now. For having people who loves me around. And I shall be forever thankful to the God, Almighty.  

Before I go, just so you know...

Impossible is declare my small mens find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing. 

But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you ought to stay