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Friday, September 18, 2009

i hate today-- 18
nothing turns out right for me

i thought we r e real friends
the one that knows me well from the bottom of ur heart

i thought that we r the one that can last really long till we r both old grandma..
but i guess im terribly wrong...

i thought that things can turn out fine.
there is nth wrg between us
my conscious is damn fucking clear
i dont like to get accused

i really thought that u dont mind
i even when to seek for ur permission
n we went our seperate ways home

my heart was really pounding when u ignored my calls or msgs
worrying that smth really bad might happened to u
worrying that u might get the wrg idea
but at first i cast those thoughts out of my mind
cause i know that u will trust me
put ur 100% trust on me

until i heard the real reason
im wrg
i m speechless
well, perhaps im just too freak out
too freak out that i might lose u as a friend
wish i really dont want to or not even dare to dream of it

CRAP, cant stop the running tap now
kept flowing
but i still have to wipe away those tears
n force a fake smile to show that nth happened at all
im sorry
i cant




YYY
loves
11:22 PM