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NATALIE ERIKA ♥
24 October
Ex-sacian
Temasek Polytechnic

Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Save water, keep bucketfuls of tears.

Maybe, I need to sprinkle more sugar on myself. Because I have yet to reach my potential of being th sweet girlf he would want me to be.

& make a new promise of not being too sensitive or critical about stuff he says. (But that would actually have to depend, conditions that he takes effort not to make empty promises again or rant a big chunk of hurtful words at me.)

&& also, another note to self : Not to make words so vague otherwise others might misinterpret what I meant. Which in turn, would cause chaos.

Right now. I'd just need someone to accompany me at my side. Someone who wouldn't think me as insane, or of my emotional unstableness as bullshit.

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Leo just came by with a hug to see if I was okay. He brought along my favourite junkfood which made me smile. I told him that my heart's pretty torn. He said that he could mend it up for me. I told him what went wrong. He said everything's going to be okay. I told him idk, maybe it's entirely my fault. He said that both are to blame for. I told him that he hung up on me abruptly. He said maybe he's tired or upset as well. I told him that my supp ppr's tmr but I haven't revised so most likely I can't get a pass. He said that I should at least try, nd there's always another chance. I told him that nobody's going to catch my tears. He said "Natalie, don't cry.. ?". I said I seldom heard those words for me. He said I'm a strong girl that's why.

Th guy who plays FM Static's Tonight on repeat in his ipod for me to listen to. He's my imaginary bestf.

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For someone so sensitive, I'm pretty much a brave girl. Somehow such that when I talk nd sob at th same time, my voice becomes hoarse. So mannnn. You like ? Hahaha.
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