what that don't kill malcolm, only makes you stronger.
Whoop-dee-doo
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Wednesday, January 9, 2008

I don't feel like blogging but yet I find myself eager to type something on this empty space.

Yesterday was the first time I've cried in the presence of so many people.

I've got trust issues. You don't. So what? I'm not going to please people anymore.

Bye
10:37 PM

I'll give kryptonite to whoever who can tell me what wassup is in Chinese!

Talk to me


Good night, and good luck
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