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trisha juliana lazaroo
8th november 1991
eurasian
catholic
Sunday, August 23, 2009

I don't want to take the supp paper for bloody POM. Fuck.
Today is not a good day. It was a good day, but not anymore.
Marissa lets go to the 25th floor now.
I feel like crap.
I miss Shaheeraa and Tong.
I feel like screaming until I'm content.
I want you to stop thinking of the "what ifs" when they have not even occured yet. Fuck.
I feel like crying my heart out. Fuck.
You always over think and it gets to me. Fuck.

Marissa says:
this is bad, and they say studies help develop yourself
Fuck, develop what shit.

I think I should just go off now.