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cause the steps i made are histories i write.


★ myself. ★
Thursday, November 08, 2007

sometimes, i wonder.. is it really good to be a nurse?
do i really wanna go to this stream?
is it wasted for me to take another diploma after the 3 years nursing course?

i don't know why. but that's just what i think of right now.
yes, i do wanna be a nurse, but.. i'm afraid..
i'm afraid of myself.
i'm beginning to not have "feelings".
it's very scary u know.
i'm beginning to care for myself more than about other people.
it's really not a good thing..
and i'm sure.. some do realize that.
i'm sorry to those whom i've treated unfairly.
i'm not myself sometimes..

take care everybody..
and happy deepavali.

2:53 PM







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Nur Basirah
Yra, Bas
currently known as Batrisyah.
Ex-Junyuan
NanYang Poly
EAST CLT
27081990, 18
yra.2708@gmail.com
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