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sottovoce

I love flowers.
I love spontaneity, and pleasant surprises.
I'm dainty and ambitious; really.
I nurse others.
There's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.


only me



N A D I A H
200788
ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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reminders

- Dine at Tiffany Cafe & Restaurant at Furama
- Tree Top Walk at MacRitchie

my past

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credits

Blogskin done by 16thday with image from Taringa .




Monday, December 26, 2005

A Nobody.

She's hurt. Nobody actually like her that much. She can't make anyone to be close enough to make a real friend. Doesn't anyone pity her? No wait. She doesn't want pity. She just want a real friend who'll go through everything with her. Someone who doesn't hate her.

She's f*cking hurt.

I don't know what to do. I wish I could stop her paranoia of everything.

In my own world,
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