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Saturday, February 27, 2010

Almost a month have passed. I pulled through. But, What about the subsequent ones?

I hate my everyday now, except for the nights. Constantly thinking of you every, single minute. This feeling is fucking terrible. Do you know? Have you forgotten everything...? Have you? If not, please, stop this shit and let eveterrything returns to it's orginal place. Stop this. Stop this. Just fucking stop this. I can't take it anymore. Don't you feel anything? Can you put yourself in my shoe? This is really unfair to me.

I don't even blame you for all these. What makes you different from other T** T***** fuckers? But, I don't even put the blame on you. Instead, I shouldered all the fucking blames on me. Why is it that you get to decide what you want, and not I, having the rights to disallow you doing that? If you still have a heart, you will realise that I have been lowering my pride all this while, taking all the blames and apologising to someone whom I don't even think I was at fault with. Why? TO SALVAGE THE FUCKING SITUATION. And you fucking bear to do this to me?

Since that incident. Who is the one who has been affected the most? Who cried the most? He may say that wow, "I wanna' die", but, seriously? For me, yes. If you want me to prove it to you, I will. Depite all these, I have to fucking study for my examintations, in that state of mine. You think it feels good? You told me it will be unfair to him, what about me? In addition, the amount, or the length of time spent. Lastly, The Reponsibility. You know what you have done, and, only you are allowed to do it.

I feel that I'm no longer in control of my mind anymore. I feel that I gonna' explode any time soon. Yet, I try my best to hold on, to that faith of ours'. Can you feel it? I can.

Stop this fucking shit. Discontinue what ain't supposed to even progress and move on from where you originally belong.

Please.

P.S: Sorry for the abusive word used. I don't give a fucking damn.

Grrrr...2:36 AM
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LAWRENCE LIM - SimpleL0ve™

"Arrogance is often the undoing of a would-be victor."


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