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So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you,
Saying I'm sorry for that night.

entries about chat links



wishful thinking

sorry,
I disabled the chat navigation.
all these time;
Monday, March 8, 2010 // 4:30 AM


some part of me felt like everything was falling apart. lets forget the past and move on, oh how i wish i could do that.