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Saturday, July 29, 2006
I'm starting to think about him again. Fuck.

To a certain girl who's studying in Australia, you don't know how lucky you are to have someone care about you in that special way. I can only envy you.

Sometimes I wonder if he still thinks about me. Does he read the letters, the scrapbook, the messages? Or has he avoided looking at them, just like what I'm doing to all the stuff he's given me? Do I ever cross his mind when lying awake in the middle of the night? I don't know. I'm afraid to know. I don't want to know that he doesn't, if he doesn't.

Love. Loves. Loved.

I love you.
You loved me.
I hope you never read this.

It really sucks that the As are around the corner, but I'm kinda thankful that I have my studies to bury myself in, as a distraction from silly thoughts. Shut up if you're gonna say something skeptical, because I HAVE been studying. I'm not weak, I know I have to focus.

Focus. FOcus. FoCUS.

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