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Livern
adj. hyper unlogical stupid emotional
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Everyone has a name and mine is Livern.Seriously turning into fifteen in 2009 and presents received on 1910 every year. My mind is immensely immature and im emotional. I always burst into laughter and tears with reasons. I have my own unique appearance and character.Im pessimistic and optimistic in some different cases. I always put 'any old how' in every matter. Im pretty sure i always wants to improve. I adore simple and nature but seemed Im totally not. I adore being single (:

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..Im (a) nervous wreck.
..I have mood-swings.

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    Monday, May 12, 2008
    can i stay living? @ 10:08 PM

    kinda busy these days, less update. it dues to exam. I've taken maths, english, history, malay, art exam. fucking hardcore with the maths for today. or i should say, i've already given up to it. actually it's reluctant to give up. but the problem of my ability. if i just ignored everything, others eyesight, parents' request and others, i prefer sitting in front of computer or wandering anywhere rather than studying.

    Real love hurts. Real love makes you totally vulnerable and open.
    Real love will take you far beyond yourself.
    Therefore, real love will devastate you.
    If love doesn't shatter you, you don't know love.
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    actually i don't think study is a kind of suffering, suddenly i get an opinion that my life is timeless, 24 hours seemed not enough. in these days, i gonna stay up late or get up early, so stress. or human being usually like friction, they say, result is beautiful, it's contradiction too, so they need friction to excite. it's just my senseless thinking, ignore it.

    i've just taken a nap. i'm really lack of rest for a fucking long time. gonna to mute myself in the night, swallow myself with the complicated words . . .
    J U S T A L L