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__ Wednesday, February 20, 2008 ;

Very busy with school recently. I enjoy being busy and tied up to the neck because it keeps me occupied and prevents me from dwelling into unpleasant issues. But somehow, late in the night, when all is still, everything comes alive again. Memories return, emotions take control over my brain, hurts start to hurt again. I miss the past. I miss being young. I want to be innocent and naive again. I don't want to be independent. =(

Sigh!

made another new promise ][-
 and broke it again at 12:21 AM ;