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i'm your soul.

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Mysara, 17, a complicated teenager.

strike out.

There's more to me than meets the eye, and i don't need you to be the judge of that.

hearts talking.



alternative exits.

Acoi
Aini Yazurin
Aisyah Pahmi
Allya Syafiqah
Ashee
Dewi
Divya
Farah Rosni
Intan Ezzety
Jeremy
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Mee
Mei
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Myra;sister
Raihunt
Sarah Ibrahim
Shamim
Shari Elis
Syahirah Afiqah
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Saturday, September 6, 2008

I might be writing this out of depression, the kind of depression that drops you into a never ending black hole. You want to get help, but you can't. when you do, you wish you didn't. It has taken over me, it consumes me. My parents have high expectations towards me on my studies. I can't afford to disappoint them this time. And so, this feeling eventually leads to stress. NOW, i have never been so stressed . Trials is just around the corner, and not to mention,i've been working my ass off on my class' School Leavers. I sometimes get so caught up in issues and i tend to do more than i can. Then, i remembered reading an inspirational poem a few days ago. An inspirational poem to bring stress relief by reminding us because of what we don't have, because of our mistakes, and because of difficult times, we do have a lot to be thankful for. It made me realize that because of my limitations, they give me opportunities for improvement.
So from this day onwards, I'll find a way to be thankful for the difficult times and the troubles i've been through, and maybe they can become my blessings. Who knows, maybe those sacrifices will pay off later on. It's just a matter of time..






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