03.29.xx

03.29.xx

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The way I figure it, moments were gone even before they were treasured. At least that's what I think it was. People tend to focus for the future hence they forgot the things happening today. How fleeting each and every moments were, I can only imagine. I'm Cusear Polcov, people call me Cus that sounds more like Cuz. I am 17 years old and I live in Breather Hills currently enrolled in Breather Hills High School; a place full of dramas filled by psychotic bitch who dance like the devil behind lady gaga's videos and little punkshit jocks with literal dicks for their head. And then there's me, your typical school guy who's hobby is bitching around wearing literal bitch face while conspiring a better world for people like me. If you are reading this I might be dead. I might be the moment gone before I was treasured. A fleeting moment never to be seen again. And that should the story goes, right?
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Before, everyday was just an ordinary day for me. I used to believe that life wasn't exciting at all. I was a freakin' spoiled-brat. I buy whatever I like and I do whatever I want. My parents even brought me back to the Philippines to change my attitude. Yeah, I changed but not totally until I met him. He's irritating. He knows well how to ruin my mood but he also knows how to make my heart beat fast. One day, I found out something I don't wanna believe. Will that be able to change the present? What he really is? Is he extraordinary? an angel sent from heaven? or an imagination? Who knows? I am also confused but I wanted to find the answer to my questions. I am Georgina Agatha Dizon, 17 years old and this is my story.

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