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Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Monday:-


met my mum and brother at Novena, walked over to TTSH. waited so long for my mum to collect her results.

if you're reading this right now, please keep my mum in your prayers. i appreciate, really. thank you.

didn't have the mood to stay around with them. i left for town to meet Gabriel. i guess i kinda spoil the mood at the begining. Gabriel could tell that my eyes were red, and it was nice of him to ask what happened, and to listen. he told me a few stories that he knew of and stuff. he explained certain stuff to me.

i can no longer be that mummy's & daddy's girl.
i can no longer be dependent on them.
i can no longer be that big baby.
everyone says i have to be strong..
even if i can't, i gotta fake it.

maybe what gabriel said is true-its time i grow up.
he said i gotta take care of her.
and that i gotta be strong.

if you know me well enough, you'll know that i can't even take good care of myself..what more taking care of others?


i need someone to relate to.
i need someone to lean on.
i need someone to dry my tears.
i need someone to cast my fears away.
i need someone to fall back on.
i need someone to assure me that everything's gonna be fine.
i need someone to hold me tight.
i need someone to support me.
i need someone to be there...
i need someone who cares.
i need someone who listens.
i need someone who understands.
i need someone who will give me a sense of security.
i need someone who will always be there...


God, send me an angel..
even if its only for awhile..
i'm not that strong afterall...



why does she seem stronger than me?
why is she acting so brave, like nothing has happened?

its time i grow up, for real..

cindy-ave-kelly (:
5/31/2005 12:49:00 AM


cindy

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