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trisha juliana lazaroo
8th november 1991
eurasian
catholic
Wednesday, October 03, 2007



one more paper to go!
i can't help it, but sometimes i tend to think too much. i feel that you're using me. hate that feeling. maybe i'm just being paranoid. i somehow feel that you are just really really using me.
well, friends don't last forever. eventually, everyone will go their seperate ways. only those who are bothered will keep in contact with their friends, but most don't really care. thats my view.
friends come & go. they don't really last long. it's a pity, really. real good friends are there for you when in need. however, mine has migrated overseas. no one could really replace you. you were a really good friend to me, shaheeraa. i love you babe.
despite trying to find new friends to confide in, no one could really be there for me. except you tim. i love you.