Monday, November 01, 2004
Disappointment is when you finally have the courage and urge to throw away the dried flowers that have served as decorations filled with unnecessary memories, filling up a space on my bookshelf for too long a time.
Disappointment is when you hear unjustified claims coming from frens (more than a fren, maybe) whom you thought understand you enough.
Hur.
Well, guess I was wrong then.
Bye flowers.
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