My CAP portfolio is dying like a dying thing that is dying after being attacked by something that makes other things die. See, that is what my writing ability has deteriorated to. (And my spelling is going, going, goen. Haha, see what I did there?

I did it on purporse btw.)

WHAT IS THIS. WHAT IS THIS. WHAT IS THIS.

I realize that when I write I either sound like:
a) Emo pile of BS-- which would be how I sound when I try to write pretentious BS
b) Someone trying to be witty but phails-- which would be NAO and for descriptive

SUCKS.

And my entire portfolio is full of emo BS either about death or seperation. YAY.

(This doesn't mean that it's completed, oh hale no. It is far from completed. I've only got two pieces and I need one more piece that is a definite in. AND I LOST MY NANO.

HINT: IF ANYONE HAS A COPY OF MY 2008 NANO, PLZ SEND IT TO ME NAO. AND I MEAN NAO. And this means : Shereen Keng, Celine Ong, Sim Xin Yi. Because I'm using the first bit and heh. I LOST MINE. *headdesks*

DARLING DAUGHT BERNICE SAVED ME! :D)

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