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.Tuesday, October 06, 2009
what would you do if you were trapped in a room with a tiger?
how would you feel?
how would you react?
it feels like i'm in that position now. i mean, not trapped in a room with a tiger (-.-') but, i don't know how to react to this situation i'm in. i want to say/do something but people will think the negative way. i know they would. and, i wanna be open and honest but rumours will be sure to spread. how am i gonna handle it? what more, it's examination period. crazie, yknw. tryna juggle this situation and at the same time juggling with my studies. i don't know how long this thing has been going on. maybe for about two weeks or less. but, i think i'm just gonna say what's bothering me. it's gonna darn cold but it's best i be straight-forward.
some people just don't give me enough space.

oh, look. i just got myself out of the room with the tiger.

XOXO








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