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Hello :D I am cindy and this pic isn't me, of course! and I ❤ dark choc, singing!, drama and ♫ music ♫.






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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

Smiling Hearts

Thursday, November 06, 2008

I closed my eyes, praying that A's will just end tmr.
it's a hair-tugging moment,
or a series of panic attacks, be it before, during or after the papers.
my brains are almost synchronised with my hair,
cos i could feel more white hair sprouting out.

Barely half of it has ended,
but my entire heart has been entirely filled with despair.

somehow, i never fail to disappoint myself and my parents again and again.

what could be worse is another blow in my already diminishing ray of hope.