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N A D I A H
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ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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Tuesday, October 03, 2006 11:53 pm
Let me go cry my heart out.



Well this sucks.

Went to fly kite with my god brother and the rest of the group, who in the end didn't turn up. It was supposed to relieve all the pent up sorrow and rage. It helped for a while. Can't believe I cried.

Then something terrible happen. There was a misunderstanding between him and his girlfriend. Boy, do I feel guilty. I feel so guilty, that if I'm in court, the judge, even my lawyer can see I'm guilty. I don't have to deny or whatever lor. I feel damn sad and sorry. If I could do anything to help him, I will.

We won't be seeing each other much anymore. Wah.. the feeling is like damn terrible. I just found a new feeling that I've never felt before that is now one of the feelings I hate. If you know me, I hate a lot of feelings.

I just feel worse now than I did when I met him. Now I shall just have to continue with writing on paper and then crush it and throw it away.

I want to cry even more. I don't want to think. Cuz it will lead to feelings. And then I'd just want to stomp on my heart. Well, isn't this selfish of me. I, I, I.

I hope they'll be okay. I hope and wish and pray that my god brother is going to be ok.