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Monday, October 20, 2008
Music : Sunday Mornings
Mood : Brooding over her past

Recently, i dont know why i've been thinking about th past.
Suddenly i'm brooding over my past.
I d o n ' t u n d e r s t a n d m y s e l f .
i remember me, last year..
around end of mid years, i'd be crying out alot.
Thinking about tht used to be my special someone,
seeing th place that gave me memories.
walking outside th gymnasium whr th old school gate was,
walking and thinking and brooding over whatever that had happened.
and everytime i heard songs like..
-Thanks fr th memories
-Perfect
and afew others, i'd wanna cry ;o
slowly, i got over it.
and soon after i got hit by another attack.
around last months in last year,
th same thing happened.
Grace broke down, again..
this time th songs were..
-Anything but ordinary
-When you're gone
and etc again.
Laughs! Life's tough isn't it?
Well, you never know when's my next attack coming-.-
i've lost too much tears last year.
so that was how i slowly changed,
to a status of that such things aren't gonna be my number one priority.
g a v e u p .
Every love story has its own song.