If You come into my heart

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if you come into my heart

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Monday, October 02, 2006 / 9:58 PM

Haha. My secret's out. I blame Sharmila entirely for the breakage of trust. sniff. I trusted you. At least noe I know who she like. As if I didn't already guess. It's like so obvious.

Man, going crazy these days. And not just over the Call Me When You're Sober music video ( which is soo cool and has a steaming hot guy, btw). sigh. Back to the point, I'm going nuts over people of certain a gender. I wish I didn't. I won't say that it's not fun and all but it's hard to be truly free of restraints when you've got these screwed idea of impressing them. There. It's all out. God help me.

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