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Wednesday, June 24, 2009 at 11:48 PM
I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I was pushing all your help away. I'm sorry if I phrased my words wrongly. I'm sorry. I mean it. I'm sorry Jonny. I don't know okay. I don't. It felt like another stab. Old memories, old wounds. Reopening again. Felt like another stab. Like last year. Thinking back what happened. I don't know. All the time, thinking back, got me crying. I'm glad I was alone at home. And I tried my best to be happy the past few days. Knowing that my happiness was his. Smile. Don't snap. Smile. Yeah. I will. If only I could just get out of the past, I have to be happy now. Having him, I don't have to look back, no more pain. But then it's still vivid. I'm afraid things will turn out like before. I'm so afraid. I need to clean up the mess I've made now. I should have dash for the toilet. I stayed there. Now to clean up the mess.

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 11:48 PM.


Wednesday, June 24, 2009 at 11:48 PM
I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I was pushing all your help away. I'm sorry if I phrased my words wrongly. I'm sorry. I mean it. I'm sorry Jonny. I don't know okay. I don't. It felt like another stab. Old memories, old wounds. Reopening again. Felt like another stab. Like last year. Thinking back what happened. I don't know. All the time, thinking back, got me crying. I'm glad I was alone at home. And I tried my best to be happy the past few days. Knowing that my happiness was his. Smile. Don't snap. Smile. Yeah. I will. If only I could just get out of the past, I have to be happy now. Having him, I don't have to look back, no more pain. But then it's still vivid. I'm afraid things will turn out like before. I'm so afraid. I need to clean up the mess I've made now. I should have dash for the toilet. I stayed there. Now to clean up the mess.

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 11:48 PM.


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Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

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Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
College
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