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Thursday, September 27, 2007


we cant change the past can we. unless of cos, i hav tt cellphone u rmb from the hk drama togetunstuckintime, wait, tts changing destiny. ahh, its rather similar in a way, changing certain things. so, i changed or rather erased some just awhile ago. it definitely took up much time n energy for im thoroughly beat now. i mean, look at the time. as a matter of factly, im not exactly done. its enough for the night, i shld prolly leave just a few fragments of tt past for memory's sake. dont get me wrong, im not proud of wad ive done. its definitely wrong to even wanna erase anything tt ever happened. i would love to look back n go 'HAHA' at my stupidity n naiveness, however there's just too much.


took a picture / 3:30 AM



i am

vanessa*
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my height tells u enough about me


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