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it felt beautiful.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009 04:34:00
All the unspoken things have been said.

The things that we haven't been able to say, to articulate, it has been finally cleared up.
There's a new mutual feeling of trust, understanding and love between us that never existed...

I couldn't be happier.

Thank you.

I love you.



On another note,

I'm terrified for promos, I don't want to fail History. or Math.

I need at least a 10 for each essay in History in order to get my S. I need 30 % for Math.
I need to be promoted.
I need to lose weight.
I need to get back into shape.
I need to practice vocal out of classes for my exam.
I need ballet lessons.
I need to do relatively well for Promos.
I need to start working more productively, and diligently on everything.

Ah, the need for so many things. How bloody overwhelming. (and somewhat relative. ha.)
Rawr.

Back to the books kim.

Mucho love always,
kimmy.