Hi, I'm officially dead.
My eyes can't squeeze out any more tears, so I'll dry cry.
I'm screwed.
I'm dead.
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D7 for Maths.
I guess it's an improvement from F9 isn't it?
I just passed my HCL.
B4 for Geog.
D7 for Science.
I swear I won't cry anymore, my eyes can't take it.
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I'm contemplating whether or not to go to church.
Oh heck yes, I'm scared.
I'm vying on Charlene to come with me.
I have a feeling my mom wants me to go to church because I have too many girl friends.
Hmmm....
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Cheryl and I are still fighting over whether Americans or French are more romantic.
Look Cheryl, you guys might go to some exotic island like you said and get stuck there. You supposed husband will turn into some cannibal and fry you as meat patty before eating you up. You know Americans love for the calories induced burger.
Okay, I admit, French guys are extremely flirtatious.
So you and I will draw.
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Training was a killer.
I'm suffering from muscle aches.
The team will be cut some time later.
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But my dad says he might pull me out of netball anytime anyway due to the immense amount of time taken up.
Surprisingly, I'm not really sad.
Hope he doesn't though.
I'll miss my team mates.
I feel mixed.
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I hope I don't look like a pathetic dweeb.
After all that crying.
Blimey.
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I have not a single bit of idea how a girl and a guy could be best friends.
I mean, seriously.
"You have a guy best friend?!"
Well, you can't expect a guy best friend to accompany you to shopping, have girl talk about personal stuff and all those things.
Heck yes, a girl would be much ideal for a best friend, I think.
Say its been months and months since I talked directly face to face to a boy besides my bro and dad.
It'll feel super weird.
Charlene would agree.
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I'll look forward to receiving my History and Lit papers.
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Tired.
L'amour,
Cherie