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Another night of self pity.
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Monday, August 07, 2006, 9:52 PM
I vehemently clench darting between my own urge.To eat or not to eat. The bo bo cha cha in front of me danced before my eyes. The good side of me: I just had my meal and was very full. The glutton side of me: Is just bo bo cha cha. The daily ritual I go through. The glutton me won, as always. Regardless of whether I am starving or stuffing, I reel from guilt and fail the good side of me. The dream of being Christy Cheung seems so small, I need a manifying glass to see it. On the hindsight, the walk killed me. Blister on my foot and heat rashes. Tml gotta bath it and wed walked twice. I am afraid I do not have the life to spend whatever I earned. |
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