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Sunday, February 26, 2006


Maybe your decision is right. Though I might be upset, but this is the right thing to do. I dont wanna sin anymore. Yeah. Let's try and keep and keep our distance? Yeah. Love aint gonna be a topic in my life anymore, at least for the time being. Yeah. Whatever it is, I hate you. I hate you for doing all these to me. We shouldn't even have started. ): FUCK. I give you back to your clique and stuff. Maybe let's just pretend that we dont know each other? I knew you were going to say that, but what can I do? I told you that I'm not upset, how could it be true? ): Yeah. Maybe Jill's right, it's just deep infatuation. Maybe I've never love you before. Alright. I'm definitely lying to myself. From this very second onwards, you are just a damned junior to me. No more tlkaing on the phone, messaging or all that bloody fucking shit. FUCK. FUCK. It's damn fucking anonying. Maybe you were just playing with me. But who cares. Yeah. Senior and Junior, that's what we are now. FUCK. I hate this fucked up life of mine. Or I think I might just treat you like a stranger, and pretended that we've known each other. Yeah. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm just so fucking upset over a person who doesn't love me at all. Bloody hell. FUCK! I'm beginnind to doubt every single things you've said to me. All the love and all that shit. FUCK. I'm beginning to think that you are just a liar. I dont know why. Damned. You lied and lied and lied to me. Is it great seeing someone who believes your lies so much? And let you treat her like a fool? A clown? And leeting you take advantage of her and all that bloody fucking shit. 7th Feb is definitely the worst day of my entire life. BLOODY HELL. I hate you!):

I've been treated like a fool, when I didn't even like realised it. And I thought those were my happy days. Bloody hell. I seriously I hate you for treating me like a fool. FUCK. Damned. You and your fucking nonsence. Believe me, I'll never going to believe anything you say again. FUCK

Right now, I am going to concentrate on studies, Netball, and God. No more such things.

If Netball closes down, I tell you. The very next minute, I would just jumped down from a building. FUCK. Netball is my everything. But I bloody hell dont wanna combine with YOU. That liar. Fuck. Liars, liars, liars!!! All of you are bloody fucking liars!!! FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
Eighty eight is defintely the UGLIEST, the most DISGUSTING number. And you, is a bloody fucking liar to me now. Fuck.

BITCH! ASSHOLE! LIAR!!!

I'VE BEEN TREATED LIKE A FOOL.


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