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A daughter for life.
A sister since 20yrs ago.
A girlfriend of 3 yrs.
A friend to many.
An employee to my dad.
A student on friday.
And multi-tasking is not my forte.



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butterflies..
Monday, July 03, 2006 | 12:07 AM

butterflies. flippin like mad in my tummy. im so sure im gonna vomit anytime. im so nervous. i think its affecting my mood. im pissed by small things like pictures. like conversation. aghz. and boon have to add salt to the wound by sayin he is goin to call weiting instead of me. im really feelin so nervous. all my supper are at the brim of comin out, nt from my arse. but from where i put them in. Lord, be with me.