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Tuesday, May 5, 2009 @ 3:15 PM


The pain I'm feeling now, nobody can understand it.
Trying so hard to save this relationship.


I seriously don't think there's a point in carrying on.
You said you're not free, how about Friday? each time I asked you out.
Cmon la, your school ends at 5pm. I ask you out for dinner. CAN WHAT.
Friends again? friends ?
I only see you once a week, sometimes none.
Do you even fucking care about how I feel?
So your friends are much more important than me? I think I'm right.
You're not there when I needed you. You were NEVER there.
No matter how many times I cried. It simply does no use.
I'm still holding on, I'll lose grip sooner or later.