Wednesday, July 05, 2006

she quietly wept..

Dear God,
I'm screwed.
I'm failing.
Can you imagine my report slip with red marks all over?
and the thing is..
I'm failing my both maths.
I need to think of the best way to die...
This is bad.
real bad.
I've no idea how to face my parents..
I hate this.
If only you made me smarter..

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