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Saturday, January 17, 2009
What if you're caught in between two things?

The one that has always been there for you but left,

Or

the one who you never were really sure of if was there but stayed?

As of now, I couldn't decide. I'm confused about everything. Sometimes I wish I just knew every single thing in this world so I wouldn't be like this. Sometimes I wish I could predict the future just so I wouldn't get hurt. You know. Sometimes I wish I was just a little different.

Yeah.. I guess it's difference that I want.


How's It Like In New York City?

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Eyy!



Ika. 14y/o. Freshie. Always bored and hungry. I love T. 08 forever.

Gossip Girl

Exits

Multiply.
Plurk.
Facebook.
Tarima.
Jem.
Gelou.
Bianca.
Jannie.
Karla.
Nicole.

Hit My Music.

Hands Down
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