Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Do not overated your priority to us
You mean nothing more than just a normal friend

We are just soft-hearted idiots

We gone through the stages from sadness, disappointment, anger, hopeless, to numbness, and eventually giving up on you
I'm wondering somehow, why do we still so care about all these?



"Your gal should be happily seeing that you have no one else besides her, as her wish
No real friends are willing to talk to you, heart-to-heart anymore, as her wish
Living in tiny world of both of you, as her wish"



Fake.
Sickening.


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