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Friday, July 15, 2011

Today 15 Jun 12.54am.

I decided to record this down. Because it's the first time I have cried for someone else besides my family and those cheesy scenes in dramas.

I know I have cried and maybe I had been holding it in the whole time today. And the whole week last week. The mere thought of them together was disturbing. I promised myself that he would just be a normal friend, but seems as though I have put in more feelings that I should have. It doesn't help that she's laughing it off. It feels that I am the only one suffering. I know shouldn't be thinking like that because I just think too much.
There's no work to throw myself in the next week. Only her who would be tapping on her phone. To him.

Oh. So this is what they call " it" , it's really kinda stupid I couldn't understand it last time when my frens spoke to me about it. But now I do. Does it mean I have grown?

All these love songs that I am listening to only sings about the pain after separation or during the relationship. But mine is already like that before anything. I can't believe I am saying such stupid things. Maybe I will laugh one day when I look back. Or
Just feel the ache that i am feeling now. My statements are so cheesy it stings.


1:46 PM


Fi- Fi-. C
to find a day where from then on
i would never need to lie again.

i really love vanilla.
for its straightforwardness

.mushiness with reality.

Irreplacable , unerasable memories.
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