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i feel stupid. i know i cant alter the fact that (description of incident) took place but then i feel so (insert term) when i learn about it! like WHAT THE HELL.

how can sia?

i wanna cross my fingers and hope for the better but the word "better" is rather subjective in this case.

then again, i shouldnt have a say in it at all because ultimately, its none of my business.

[secretly i wish that A didnt know B and that C could have done something earlier]

i hate regretting.

anyway, every sunday night because the parents are out, my brother and i have always ever since, without fail, indulge in Canadian pizza's two-for-one offer. sumptious, and fattening.

i blame it on lack of parental control. and major Prince Habrraaa-Habrraaa influence.

ha!