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Diyana NurFarisha 230591 (18). Gemini. Avid listener to jap/korean songs.Loves their culture,music, movies and dramas. Enjoys drawing, sketching and painting during her free time. Is into photography and wishes to own her own nikon dslr someday. Wants to be multi-lingual and learn to play the piano or keyboard. enough said.
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Thursday, April 13, 2006


What does this picture mean to you? A picture speak a thousand word. They actually represent my feelings now. Loneliness...
Sadness...
Isolated...
Used...

I have been having this feelings this week. No one could break me free from it. People around me seemed so happy,enthusiastic and filled with joy in their lives. I am the total opposite. I hate this feeing.

People would not understand me... They just think i am happy go lucky. That may be true on the outside. but they can't see me through the inside. Inside, i am crying. Lonely...Lonely...Lonely...
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