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What I am was born in me. It’s a part of who I am, who my family is, who we all are as a tribe — it’s the reason why we’re still here.
I’d hate to shatter the dream world you live in — the one where the sun is orbiting the place where you stand — so I won’t tell you how little I care what your problem is. Go. Away.
Normal humans run away from monsters, Bella. And I never claimed to be normal. Just human.
It had been so confusing. Dying to kill him. Afraid to hurt her. My friends in the way.
For a tiny space, I was disappointed. What? No magic visions, no formidable offensive abilities like, oh, shooting lightning bolts from my eyes or something? Nothing helpful or cool at all?
I was actually waiting for something to happen.
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Wednesday, October 29, 2008, 5:15 AM

there is someone i hate most in my class...
guess who..?

i bet you guys know..

u know the one that is...
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i mean come on..
what is her BLOODY PROBLEM!!!

when we are not friends already..i left her alone..and she went with her..lemme see..
those friends who are not friends...
her friends laugh at her when she get hurt...they laugh at her when she is involved in an embarrassing situation...they laugh at her when she..well...get involved in negative things..

tell me ..are they called..friends???
since then...she did not care bout what they did to her..
she learnt bad things from them...

i left her alone so she won't care bout me...and what she give me???!!!
last time..i never got my report book back cause i never went to school at the last day..
then my parents do not understand me when i told them i will get my report book one day..

my mum met wessie's mum at Loyang Point..and asked her why i did not get my report book back..
then u know what she say???!!!!!
she sae today[29 of Oct.] have school...tomorrow [30 Oct.] then last day of sch.. -.-
i mean come on..HELLO?!
the last day of school..is last last last week..
then my parents came back and scold me...

i told them the truth ..and now they still think I am lying...
this wessie is really pissing me off....
i dun care bout her...why she care bout me..tell me huh?!

geez...what is her bloody freaking problem?!
no one is the boss of me, ok?
and what i do is none of her BUSINESS!!!
-.-

i wish next time...ar...one day...when she is alone in the room...
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i take a knife and slit her throat...
ARGHH!!!
i dun min to b that violent and all...but really she is RUINING my LIFE!!!
i really cant take it anymore...