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Goh Kailing †

The girl with Masquerade
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    The climb

    If the world goes into pieces tomorrow, then i'd probably die first because of regret
    Saturday, 25 September 2010. 2:21 am


    Its a major breakdown this time. Before i even went to court, i went to meet beebeebum & send him to work. Was actually webcaming with him the whole night & didn't even manage to sleep at all. Headed over to amk & find irene for macdonald breakfast. Then shopped around amk, got alot of things!

    Uncle came over to fetch me to the court. I was charged for BPC, was nearly send into girl's home at 5pm. Endup, bcos of accepting some unreasonable terms&condition from the adults, i wasn't send in. Instead, i'll be going for counselling. It sucks. Really. Thanks baby, for rushing down & sacrificing everything for me. All i need is, you staying by my side. Can you hear me?

    Up to this point, you guys still fucking hellz don't understand me. Not being sorry for lying to me, a pack of lies. Bullshits. One by one leaving me & you expect me to be the same old me!? Fuck you then. I'll be posting a proper post of everything in 2 or 3 days time.

    My thoughts were so obvious; sometimes it was like they were printed on my forehead. So why do i have to tell any one of you every detail of a situation for you people to get it?
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