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HI :)
 
Saturday, December 24, 2011
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It sucks when you're missing on facebook. When you get hurt during your trip to Japan and I know nth until somebody talked about it. And what's worse, I know you're hurt and I can't do anything to help you :( I can only ask if you're okay as a friend. Sigh, you tell her and everybody else, but me. why like that?

Sometimes I wonder if liking you has became a habit, making it even harder to let you go. But how can it be a habit when I really still care? The "more-than-a-friend" kind of care.

I really wish I was a bit braver than I am. I don't know why, but I'm getting more and more afraid, afraid to talk to you. Coz it seemed like you preferred to talk to everybody else but me. Maybe it's just me being crazily paranoid and over thinking again. Le sigh.

I wish you could be here for me, and I could be there for you, like how we used to be. But you're like perfectly fine without me, yet I'm dying inside everyday. Le sigh again

I had to pretend so much just now. Pretend I wasn't upset, pretend I wasn't jealous, pretend I wasn't worried, pretend I wasn't affected. I didn't like to hear you spending time alone with other girls, but you ain't mine anymore, so I have no right to get upset/jealous. I wish I could ask you how you were and take care of you. But I can't, coz we're over. :(

I regretted my decision, my decision to agree with you.
I just want to make things right again.
I want you back... :'(

Haish.. I just wanna stop feeling, stop loving, stop breathing. Coz every second I'm alive and breathing, you're all I think about. :(

Funny thing is that I thought I could let you go like what you've said. But till today, I can't..
I'm really really a lousy person.
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