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so she says;






what does it feel?
Wednesday, May 09, 2007

i just got back. up. whatever.

i swear by books this week but heck, i will do it when i get up later. if teevee dont kill me.

i dont know if you read my blog. i dont give a damn anyway.

you must be smoking crack thinking i want you back.

you know there is actually two sides of every story. its just strange when some people went away from my life the recent years, coming back, demanding to fill in those holes. i dont know what you people are thinking. its just not my style. once i am gone, that's it. i never turn back. never look you in the eye, again.

like moments ago, one told me, i saw your pictures in airport or whatever. seems like you are doing good. so what's up with your life? hang out sometime? have a couple of drinks? i tried texting you but seems like you.... can i have your new cell?

for one, i informed people, certain people, my new updates. and if you dont get it, dont cry like a pussy. because you strayed or i think, i need to move on.

i dont just chill with random people. whatever. its getting on my nerves people dont know where they are standing in my life. and thinking they wanna me to spill my essentials to them. whether you are sincere or not, fuck it.

you know people just have different faces in one's life. face it bitches. and i do. i could be extremely friendly and nice and whatever but once i turn my back on someone, i do it. cold and hard. slap the truth right to your face. and no point breaking down in front of me, whining like a bitch to my mom. i take no shit. i hereby say once again, i despised every bit of that action. pull yourself together. take it like a man.

and to my former boyfriend, viewed me no more. i wouldnt accept your request.

and even, police force, aint a bonus anymore.

i would never wish for bad things,

but i never wishes well.

does it hurt to know i'll never be there?

bet it sucks, to see my face everywhere.

enough said.

p.s boyfri said dont flood his mailbox.

i am not affected (:

i am just hungry.

@6:18 AM