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So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you,
Saying I'm sorry for that night.

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wishful thinking

sorry,
I disabled the chat navigation.
keep pretending, i dont care;
Sunday, February 7, 2010 // 5:10 AM

what can i say ? its life right. you have your ups and downs.
tomorrow is school and i am not sure what i am feeling. content i guess. I'm freaking tired because I'm making a nelena story, I'm not sure its going to be a one-shot or an ongoing but i haven't even started much. well, they've met and stuffs but they haven't confessed just yet.

you're such a hypocrite that i feel like hating you to death. seriously. and thanks, for acting like you care and stuff but don't keep bluffing because it disgust me more than ever. you don't admit it but i know you, you don't need to keep pretending anymore. you make me sick. people say words are like bullets and i want to make sure that my words kill you, but don't worry, your words wont kill. just so you know, I'm tried of those lies you've said and made. you disgusted me like crazy more than anything in this whole wide world. FULLSTOP.

good nite (:

- - - - -
i am scared of the truth and tired of the lies.
thanks, thanks for walking out of my life when i needed you the most. i do not need you to tell me that you care anymore. just get away from me because i am tired of being the last thing on your mind, please.