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Monday, December 10, 2007



im damn upset.

im crying not bcoz i screwed up my business intelligence test but there is no reason for me and azman to meet.

i was walking home when i got a msg from him.

abg: tgh buat pe? if u dun mind, cud u transfer the money instead i nid it lah. nak jumpa pon susah je.

when i read that i was damn angry. fuck. as if it was my fault that we never got the chance to meet. i asked you out, u gave me excuses. seriously lah. i replied him angrily. no punctuations in my text. just one word ans.

then while i was queing to deposit the money, i felt like crying. dah mcm nie, jgn harap lah aku dpt jumpa dia. dahlah tak contact org seminggu lebih. bingit ah. tak pernah seh i experience this kinda thing before. seriously. i dunno lah.

i know lah ppl been telling me to let go and move on. but theres something about him that makes me want to be with him and made me wait for him for 4 damn long years.

am i asking for too much? or did i ask for nothing at all?

i just want to slit my wrist and leave this horrible place i live in.

fuck lah. when will i ever stop crying!!!?


the end.



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