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tired of barely holding on,
to something that's already gone.
tired of being the one who's in this all alone.

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Sunday, 17 January 2010 // 11:39

'Cause when the roof caved in and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do

-Jason DeRulo, Whatcha Say

This song has nice lyrics. But the way it's being sung is irritating.

Anyway, today morning, I was lying in my bed, listening to random songs, using the Wi-Fi on my phone etc, when Nat smsed me saying she was watching Chuck on AXN.

I literally jumped out of my bed to watch it.

Now, only Nat has atoned for making me miss Thursday's episode.

And she actually watched most of that episode. I'm so proud of her. S02E10. Chuck Versus the DeLorean.

I love remembering random things.

And uh, what else did I want to post about.

I just realized today that Bryce Larkin is a sad, sad character and that I shouldn't have hated him as much.

Great, I need to stop posting about Chuck.

Uh, apparently my mother's bringing me out to buy clothes later.

Bleh. I don't like shopping for clothes, especially when she doesn't let me buy what I want.

And I don't like my emotions.

I wanna be like a spy, to be trained to turn off all my emotions, because they're nothing more than a liability.