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Monday, June 06, 2005


went out today. my legs are aching like hell!

i dint mean anything. just wanted to noe.
my mood is spoiled. maybe im thinking too much. but i dunno. i just feel scared.
would it change the way ppl look at me? i dunno. i really dun. HELP!!!!
pls. pls dun. i hope it will be the same as b4. shldnt have said anything in the first place. see. this is wad u get.
i think im thinking too much. but tts me. i think too much. i think too much to the fact tt in the end i realize wad i tot bout dint even happen or isnt thru at all.

wonder if * feeling alrite. hope * isnt feeling down anymore. i miss *.

LONGING


took a picture / 10:55 PM



i am

vanessa*
19nov88
my height tells u enough about me


leave

*boobsie*
*dirty*
*alvin*
*ching*
*cynthia*
*dan*
*eve*
*gusni*
*jack*
*jamie*
*jingjing*
*joan*
*joanna*
*jovell*
*mel*
*pris*
*shikin*
*stella*
*woofie*
*ziyi*


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