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Wednesday, November 12, 2008

i havent had a good sleep in ages.
cant breathe, you know
nice time to fall ill- chem was sucky, but i dont want to screw up bio too.
after tmr, i'm freee from studying in a long long time. :)

a friend is going through a rough patch now.
great timing for an emotional roller coaster ride.
i watched her- head bowed low, shoulders slumped, hugging a soft toy(with great sentimental value) tightly to her chest..
she walked in her circle of inner turmoil(which is quite palpable in fact), as her world collapses around her.
as we tried, and will keep trying to pick her up, i wonder if we are providing her with a tad of solace or further torment.
and all we could do was be there.

it was scary. o_o

she's not here @

8:55 PM