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By popular demand (just Steph telling me), my blog is back. I have to thank Faggot for walking with me under the bridge of Canley Vale station though. I shall shout you something, some time! Words cannot explain my relief for not getting sexually harassed (perhaps even killed). And words cannot explain how disappointed, cold and angry I feel when I talked to my mum, who casually said "I thought you went to Steph's house". Well, that's what you thought, right?

Like that time, after the music excursion, when I asked to get picked up at the train station. You walked to Cabramatta when you could've driven and came back home, blaming me for making you wait. Thanks. I believe you disregard what I say beforehand, or choose to ignore it.