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Friday, October 13, 2006

The perilous curse,

please, anyone. slap me for all you care.
cause i'm still living in denial that i, diana, am eligible to enter junior college when the reality screams otherwise. bleeding truth, i can't accept. after receiving that particular slip which reflected my overall performance for preliminaries, i wonder whether i could still make mom and dad proud. whether i could live up to their expectations. whether i could mould my dreams into reality. everything. for that whole tensing moment, i thought i had already lost all the faith stored in me. how oppressing, but oh well, that's just me. how i wish i could backtrack time and make amendments to the stupid mistakes i'd made.

OKAY STOP DIANA. YOU PATHETIC, FUTILE NITWIT.

nevertheless, it's still within my conscience that practicality is preferable to hysteria. so, i shall attempt very hard to regain my composure and forget the whole shit and improve, fast. and i swear i'm going to go on a serious hiatus.

good luck, people. wish me luck too as well. and thanks.

love,

Diana H.

Jan 8, 1990

xo,

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