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I am ordinary but living the life of an extraordinary. A pressured teenager working to perfection,
yours - Rachael Wong.




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Monday, July 20, 2009 @ 9:07 PM


I want everything to go my way, and I just cant seem to take a NO for an answer. It's so sad when your parents just don't understand. Why is it that I am different from others? We're all the same and you just don't make sense. Hurts me so much to think about it. ):