Saturday, Nov. 07, 2009 - 2:40 p.m.

flu, sorethroat. and my heart feels like it has been stabbed. and i actually knew who the stabber is. i wish i dint.

troubled? sorry, you dont look like you are. blame me for accusing you then. lets have a big fight and end this once and for all. i tink you should be glad about it. way too glad coz you dont give a damn about the person sitting here feeling miserable and all.

im sorry that im not one of the many that you know. and i dont think i want to be either. this kind of game, lets not play it at all. i dont think i can afford to play it either. i just dont like it when the person has to be you. i hate to admit this, but its called jealousy.

you are lost in your world while im comfortable in mine somehow.

there is more disappointment than anything else. but you are the one who closed the doors on me. you made me wait outside. and u know waiting is a torture. and i dont like it. so dont blame me if i walk away although i think u dont give a damn either.

wadever la. soon, im putting an end to this emotional rollercoaster and wadever sh*t with my own bare hands. coz i know nth will come out with it eventually.

this is really sh*t.
roars.

with my barehands.

^s0rr|

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