I miss you, I miss us. Get well soon, dear. I'm tired of crying if someone asks me how your condition is. I want you to answer them by yourself, and tell them that you're okay. I love you, (but not that kind of LOVE, you know that -__-). I cannot wait to punch you or pull your hair or mocking you with all my heart.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
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