Thursday, November 3, 2011

It was a rainy day, I went half wet when I get to my class. My Birkenstock went all wet. I'm cursing. My mood was good, then gone bad. Because I am afraid that we have no time to spend together. It was an uncertain thing for me to go visit, it depends. Everything makes me down, the rain the thing...  It's my birthday, our anniversary. But, we will be all alone. How sad.

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