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and i love you just the same, if not a little more

vanessa

ANDREW'S
23 april '90
EITHTEEN LOVE!

ADORES family, darlings, tennis, shopping, swimming, pink, red, white, butterflies, strawberries, silly boy.


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    Monday, September 11, 2006

    i don't know what happened to my previous entry.
    probably the most emo entry i wrote.
    but.. its gone now for good.

    but nvm, i don't care anymore.

    hais. feeling so depressed these few days.
    don't know why.
    just like suddenly fall into depression.
    tear glands keeps collecting.
    and then, a blot from the blue, all just pour.

    last nite also like that.
    just now also.
    now also.

    gosh.. what on earth is happening to me?
    am i going crazy or what?

    every night i dread to sleep.
    once i shut my eyes,
    all those terible things just envelope my eyes.

    i think i'm losing my common sense.
    my heart aches horribly every single second.
    pools of tears keep pouring out.
    what's happening to me?

    am i really going mad?
    someone, give me an answer please.

    love, vannie. (6:09 AM)




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