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Saturday, March 8, 2008
Received a call from dad today.


I feel real pissed and rebellious now.

Why can't they just trust my judgement? Why do they think that they ALWAYS know what is good for me? Why do they think that they are infallible?


Why do they just shut down the argument when they are losing?















WHY am i feeling so pissed now?


Fuck it.

Yet another beautiful day

Veritas

QIJIAN


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