Basketball.

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Basketball; my life.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

; 5:46 pm

complicated complicated!
RAWWRS.
i'm sooooo BOREDD.

why is this happening to me?
i have no idea why.
i'm just feeling sick of everything,
sick of EVERYBODY around me.
i just want a ~~SIMPLE~~ life,
tat's all i wanted.
but things doesn't seem to work out the way i wanted.
-sighs,

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