My palms are sweating. I'm really sorry. I feel so guilty about what I did. Apparently, I can't fix it anymore. It might be something that people will talk about for the next five years or something. I'm scared. I swear.

I'm really really really really sorry.

Please forgive me.

It was me.

I'm really really really really sorry.

Over the past days I really wanted to rant.

I don't want the happy people of my f-list to read it. :D But since only chosen people know about this lame journal. I shall post rants here. :D

People can see another side of me here. :D

Anyway, I hope I won't have the need to post here often. :D

Something. Something. Something.

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I'm Marchy yes. marchechizen :)  17 years old. Loves JE. :D