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Wednesday, April 06, 2005
11:25
band prac didnt go well at all.
maybe it's just ong having us on.
he praises us to the skies
but miss sia speaks of us like we're not even close to cop.
-sighs.
teared several times whn i saw my trombone ):
i think life's getting to me.
i nvr used to be so fragile.
im being so worn out by life.
i nvr used to cry so easily.
i nvr used to let pple see me cry tt easily.
i was a lot stronger.
or at least i thot i was strong.
i didnt even cry whn i crashed into a metal bar n needed 7 stitches.
not even a tear ok.
life is getting to me :/
it's so tiring n sickening.
i knw the reason of us living is for others.
it supposed to be meaningful
but i dont feel like there's meaning to life.
i feel so sad for my poor dented trombone ):
it was supposed to be the shiniest n most beautiful n well-taken care of trombone ):
i guess being over-protective nvr pays.
n it sucks ):
see, wendy dsnt bao bei her trombone as much as i do n nth's wrong w/ hers ):
yeewen
,
dont feel too guilty k ? i dont balme u one lil bit n im not angry.
im just rly sad abt it.
ah.
gotta cheerup.
was contemplating calling ________ but decided agnst it (:
im not feeling tt down anymore.
oh yeaa n btw, i got thru speech comp preliminary rounds..
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