You messed with the wrong guy.
Another day
You can't change the past.
Tell me that it's just me.
Insecurity
Boredom
Mixed feelings
The days.
Insecurity
Argh.
My life isn't as perfect as you think it is.


July 22, 2011
Lonely Sunday at 3:11 PM

I hate this few days.
Sometimes, all that I can say is, '' Listen to this song and then you'll know how I feel.''
Questions run across my mind, wondering about the causes.
Sometimes I wonder, was it me? Or  was it you?
What happened?
A part of me tells me to give it up, but the other part tells me to fight back for it.
Cause I don't want to end it so fast.
Crying in class, and yet trying to put on my dusty mask in front of everyone.
How much more of hell must I go through?
Sometimes I ask myself, '' is it him?''
Seeing you two so close together kinda makes me feel more sad.
Makes me think that you left me for him. But I know you ain't that kind of person.
I hope not.
Now when I look back at the times we had, I really miss them.
I still wonder when can I have those memories, brought to life.
but maybe now it's all just my wishful thinking.
</3 21 July 2011, 0006.

I feel like just dropping all the burdens, troubles and just cry.

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