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Storyboard Directed Comments Takes Exists
Friday, July 3, 2009 at 7:11 AM
You know, I don't get it. I really don't. It's been a day since I found out you left. How have you been? You know, love. That you matter to all of us. I'm sorry I can't come often. That I don't even have time to read people's blogs or even yours. I just take a glance through it all. And I'm the last person to find out you are gone somewhere far. I hate it. I hate not knowing what's wrong earlier. I could have talk to you if I could use the computer. I hate it not hearing from you. It's been a day and I've been thinking and praying for you to be fine. I've been busy. I'm sorry. With lots of stuff, projects and things. I don't know. Really. I have lots of home work to catch up, and if it were not for the same people in school who's helping me, I don't think I'll make it through. With assistance from Kim and others. Even the recent present. I had no time to get. Only manage it last minute thanks to Kim and Danna. Where are you now? Are you fine? Why did you leave? If it was me that's the one, I should be the one leaving. Not you. I can't even seem to contact you. How useless can I get. I can't go online. My parents don't allow me to. I only have 10 minutes. Why don't you just tell me that it's my fault. Because no one says that it is. I need to hear from you. I do. Need to. Why did you choose to leave. It's my fault. Come back soon. I need you. I really do. Love you Tiffany. Please if you do read this... Be safe. And I pray that Joyce is well and safe too... My ten minutes is up. I miss you both. And I wish I could talk to you both.

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 7:11 AM.


Friday, July 3, 2009 at 7:11 AM
You know, I don't get it. I really don't. It's been a day since I found out you left. How have you been? You know, love. That you matter to all of us. I'm sorry I can't come often. That I don't even have time to read people's blogs or even yours. I just take a glance through it all. And I'm the last person to find out you are gone somewhere far. I hate it. I hate not knowing what's wrong earlier. I could have talk to you if I could use the computer. I hate it not hearing from you. It's been a day and I've been thinking and praying for you to be fine. I've been busy. I'm sorry. With lots of stuff, projects and things. I don't know. Really. I have lots of home work to catch up, and if it were not for the same people in school who's helping me, I don't think I'll make it through. With assistance from Kim and others. Even the recent present. I had no time to get. Only manage it last minute thanks to Kim and Danna. Where are you now? Are you fine? Why did you leave? If it was me that's the one, I should be the one leaving. Not you. I can't even seem to contact you. How useless can I get. I can't go online. My parents don't allow me to. I only have 10 minutes. Why don't you just tell me that it's my fault. Because no one says that it is. I need to hear from you. I do. Need to. Why did you choose to leave. It's my fault. Come back soon. I need you. I really do. Love you Tiffany. Please if you do read this... Be safe. And I pray that Joyce is well and safe too... My ten minutes is up. I miss you both. And I wish I could talk to you both.

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 7:11 AM.


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Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

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Contemplating College
Badminton School Team



Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
College
Drama

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