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Storyboard Directed Comments Takes Exists
Saturday, August 22, 2009 at 2:32 AM

I played around with the colours. Haha. My God Momma.

It gets bad to worse now and then, it's going wrong. "Don't get pissed okay?" Danna said. And I wondered why I would. And she muttered two words. And I was like "HUH?!" She watched me closely, first anger spread but one second later, I was overwhelmed by mixed emotions. Why do I feel a little more relief? "I told you he was a bad ass." She said. But then maybe it's my fault for trusting you. But then again, I'm choosing to trust you. But I'm not on your side. I'm on his. I used to not take sides. And usually believe that everyone should have chances. But I'm sorry that I'm taking sides.

I don't want to talk about it. No. It's alright. Believe whatever you want. I can't be bothered anymore.



To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 2:32 AM.


Saturday, August 22, 2009 at 2:32 AM

I played around with the colours. Haha. My God Momma.

It gets bad to worse now and then, it's going wrong. "Don't get pissed okay?" Danna said. And I wondered why I would. And she muttered two words. And I was like "HUH?!" She watched me closely, first anger spread but one second later, I was overwhelmed by mixed emotions. Why do I feel a little more relief? "I told you he was a bad ass." She said. But then maybe it's my fault for trusting you. But then again, I'm choosing to trust you. But I'm not on your side. I'm on his. I used to not take sides. And usually believe that everyone should have chances. But I'm sorry that I'm taking sides.

I don't want to talk about it. No. It's alright. Believe whatever you want. I can't be bothered anymore.



I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 2:32 AM.


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Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

OLD ENOUGH
Contemplating College
Badminton School Team



Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
College
Drama

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