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Sunday, April 22, 2007
i feel like throwing things now. smashing a few if not a whole bunch of vases, windows and everything that is breakable. tearing things, snapping things. why?i'm really ticked-off. by a couple of things. happening in life. but what's the point of shouting it here? nobody can hear, nobody cares. at least someone would have heard all the commotion if i were to devalue a vase. .~*^Twilight Ring^*~.: