Recently, I used to think how I spent my times with friends in the past. What we said, what we did, who we once had crushed on. But the past is the past, and I in 2008. Dwelling does not do any good to me. Please please bring me out from that dimension of time. How fake I smile now. That's how plastic fake I must face life now. *Roarrs**
In world of my own, I pray:
I lived as a princess. A rich spoilt brat. And have whatever I wished for.
(Ehem) Amen.
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