Sunday, May 08, 2005
Exams... I have nothing to so say about it...Only that I can't wait till it's over. At least I still have a two-day holiday after next mon...excluding the literature poetry thingy. Argh.
I've figured it out. I've been so retarded the past few days. You don't bother, so why should I care? I won't die if I don't talk to you for a week...more like I will NOT.
Cut the crap. Tell me straight in the face that I'm a lousy friend. Instead of whispering and bitching about me right IN front of my face, literally. I wonder what I did...You haven't told me yet...
Maybe, I'm not good enough. Maybe, I'm no longer able to spend time with you. Maybe, I talk about the wrong kinds of things. Maybe, I should say the things YOU wanna hear. Maybe, I should be more pathetic like them. Maybe, I should shut my mouth. Why can't you accept the way I am?
Sunday, May 08, 2005 She's got style