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boo.

my name's zoe lee (:

currently studying business economics and finance in NOTTINGham.

i'm 21! goin' on the big TWO-TWO :D
and i'm from kuching!

I think I am pretty normal for a nineteen year old. I fall down a lot, laugh a lot, hide a lot of things from people and all those other things.

What about you?

Psalm 23 ♥


You can mail me at:
zoegal@hotmail.com
faith.life.zoe@gmail.com
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put ur dingdong in the ayer
-Hui Na

If you HATE me then God bless you (:

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

UGH.

Thank you so much for your honesty and for jumping into conclusions.
Screw you. 

Sunday, September 05, 2010
your song.

What I used to think was impossible has now become reality.

I am absolutely disgusted with myself.
I should have stopped it when my instincts told me to.
Now it's far too late.
The deal's been sealed and all I can do now is wait.
Wait patiently until that day comes.
What is if doesn't?
How am I supposed to explain to him?

Why did I say "yes" in the first place?
Do I really want the same thing too?

Is it really my fault that this happened and am I the only one to blame?
I don't know.
I honestly don't know.

What I'm certain of is that I don't want to let this go.
You're just too real, too proportionate, too important.

Maybe it really is my fault for letting you in too quickly.
For allowing you to actually become a part of me.
I know we had an agreement and I am painfully aware that I broke it.

It wasn't intentional.
I tried to stop, to turn things around, but nothing helped.
All my thoughts led me back to you.
YOU.
I'm sorry for being selfish.
For wanting everything.
For wanting you.
With me.
Although I know how absurd and impossible it may be.
I still want you.

I love you.