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Thursday, June 26, 2008

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thin line shows, not deep enough, cant feel anything. so it goes again.
i did something stupid. something which i know its too stupid to begin with, just like the past when me and my friends used to treat it like fun. but somehow or rather, i can say that my heart aches too much for me to think and 'that' actually brings a relief. it does help in diverting the pain in my heart to other place- where the thin lines are.

i've had it. stop treating me like a doll, neither am i a puppet for entertaining your life story. you're just like a little girl who will take her doll out for a hair brush, to dote on when she feels like it. and on days when she's having a tantrum, she'll just kick, throw and step on it. imagine if the doll has feelings, she cant do anything but weep in silence. and i am the doll, you really makes my heart weep. you are nice to me when you feel like it, and when you're not in good mood, you think im irritating and have too much questions to ask.

the period of one week, im so determined last night but can i really hold out for so long? everytime i ask where you are, you'll reply outside. of course i know that you're outside if not i wont ask rite? in that case, might as well dont bother to msg me in the first place if you are going to reply my question this way. your reply is as good as i'd never asked before and so what if you bother to ask me to have my lunch. i dont need your passer-by attitude towards me. i dont need your 'oh, i suddenly remembered i still have a girlfriend and its way past lunch time' attitude. neither do i need your hypocritsy, act like you still remember and concern bout me. you can save those for others girls.

[[ cheers ]] |5:00 PM|