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Monday, August 16, 2010
Fucked up. @ 10:33 PM
I'm crying now.
Yes.
I don't know what to say. I don't understand anymore.
Thanks Family.
Thanks K.
Thanks W.
Thanks J.
Thanks M.
Thanks C.
Thanks D.
Thanks R.

To the guys, I didn't steal the phone. Thank you for trusting me enough to go through my bag before finding nothing. It only shows how much you trust me.
Thank you for not bothering to apologise. Sorry for thinking each and every one of you were my friends, I guess I was plain stupid. No matter what, I still hope you can find your phone.

To D, I don't mind, guess you don't trust me enough to tell me. What I minded was being forgotten the last time.

To R, I don't know you would do something like this. When I heard it, it really broke my heart somehow. I thought I knew you well enough. I though you knew me well enough. I'm gonna keep the good memories of us and try to forget the bad ones. It's the end I guess.


I have no one to turn to now. I thought about E, but then again, doubted my thoughts. I didn't ask you to stfu. I was referring to my dad. I thought about N, but, I just don't want to be forgotten by him anymore. I thought about cousin-in-law, doubt he cares anymore. I realised that at this point, this juncture. I really have no one. Not even anyone from my clique. S said someone was missing from the table today. I said it was me. Because I didn't feel as if I existed there at all. Don't think I'm going down for recesses anymore. I don't want to always feel so unhappy. I'm tired of trying and trying to be a good friend because all I get is shit in return. If I'm gonna try and still fail, I might as well don't try at all. This is the end. Tonight will be the night I start again. The night I start to burn again.





memories
in cold decay.