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Monday, September 06, 2010
It's either Hate or love. @ 12:52 AM

EDITED.

I am feeling kind of confused. As though you just left me. The feeling is gone; and i am trying hard to keep what's left.
Am i pushing it too far, too hard?

I am left confused. I am thinking too much. I've pondered to far, and wondered too long.
I really am getting myself confused, and i can't help to think again and again, why.

You told me something that i couldn't believe it. And i don't even think about it. Until you said it; It came out from you - Just like that.
And i think maybe that's why nobody listens to me. Am i far too -- Or do i actually brag or exaggerate stuffs?
I don't think i do, but maybe because i am me, and not an outsider, a friend. Being at the receiving end.

Had my second paper today. Pissed at the lecturer. One more paper to go. And then, prolly we will not see each other again till we meet each other again.
I mean, i might make sure of that.

Ordered pasta mania for dinner;
I hate it when people hang up on me. Even from the ones i love/loved.


logging off; SUIE.

p/s: i am just too full of emotions, and that's just me. If you don't like it, you don't have to be me, nor to accept me, just go.

p/p.s: I realized he has a freaking GIRLFRIEND/EXCLUSIVE.

p/p.p.s: You don't have to believe me; or listen to me; all you have to make it known to me is to ask me to stop talking (about it or whatever.).


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Happy.
Because there's you and me.