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' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

she replies, holding up her hands in a peace gesture. I let out a huff. Samara frustrates me. She is so unemotional sometimes. It irks me that she doesn't care about things like that. She sleeps with people and then can see them the next day and act as nothing happened. I'm not wired like that. I'm far too emotional. I blame my mother's annoying genes for that. "When does Kiarra get back? I miss her," I pout.

Work on a Sunday – boring! A night without Albert – boring! Mr. Maurice's class – boring! I stared at the board while Mr. Maurice discussed a new lesson. The three of us, Jane, Ed and I were late for the class, while Albert and Diana were absent. We were all feeling the same thing, and when we sighed all together, we almost chuckled. I pressed my lips right away and focused my attention on the book in front of me. When Mr. Maurice dismissed the class, I groaned, as I hate the next class. Who would like to have a dance class without a partner?

The town folks seemed to feel so entitled in meddling with their family affairs by starting it with a statement such as “not to be rude, but I think you should…” It’s a total circus of chaos in this small town. But in spite of these, people turn out to admire him with his comical replies to every passerby that fail to mind their own business. “Don’t you worry, I won’t die soon. I might even witness the grandchildren of my grandchildren from my children. Won’t you even wish me luck?”

Stupid embarassing childhood pics. ************************************ Poor Ken.

Or worse. *****

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."

Priceless. ***

“Fuck! I don’t know how to think anymore” ***

Running? Forgive the mistake. #Unfulfilled_Love #Sabiha_Moyuri