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YOU
the last romance

FEEZA AJ
seventeen, pink obsseser, all-time bully and a fantatabulous rockstar!
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Saturday, February 21, 2009
the stories that happened yesterday






















I am bored to death right now. I have nothing to do, at all. Reluctantly, I didn’t go to school today because I joined the marching practice for the national day for the very first time. I wanted to go to school but my heart said no and I didn’t know why that thing had to happen.
Seductively, it was fucking hot this morning, proved, I was sweaty and blushed so red. Matter-of-factly, it’s rarely happened to me. and, i fell asleep in the bus. Moreover, my scarf disappointed me, it went too ‘bulat’ and made me looked different yet pretty enough to woo, haha.
Frankly speaking, the youth from this one’s district was so raucous. They were not disciplined and seem to know not how to be proper people. They’re playful and didn’t listen to the orders given by the officers. Some, their noses were pierced and, at lips too. Some, don’t know to dress well. And which was more hardly bearable, they stunk! Oh my god! I felt half-dead and it was killing me. Can you guys imagine that how much I suffer? Plus, I dislike some of the AJKs because they yelled too much.
Anyways, I miss my someone. I really do miss him, indeed. I want to be liked the others, having laugh with her boyfriend. Cry on his shoulder when I am down. I will hug him so tight when I miss him. My point is I want to be liked you people. As a human being, we do need a partner and I insist myself to remember that, always.
Oh man, you don’t even know how very special you are. How I wish you were mine, like for the rest of my life. So that I can share you my laughter and sweep away my tears. I will be all that you want. I will get you through the days and make everything okay. Do you see? You’re all I need.
Hear me, I am missing you.
I love you, my someone.






pjass.

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