June 1st 1991 baby
ex - Singapore Polytechnic communications student
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WARNING: EMOTIONAL POST

a week exactly, since i last saw him. lols. but when was de last time we communicated well? i cant rmb. lols..
one week. seven days. one phone call, well anthr one right now as im typing. happy cuz at least can hear ur voice. but sad cuz i dont know wats happening in ur life anymre.. deres so much left unspoken.. so many qns id like to ask, but im not askin. wats de point.. "if you are not meant to know, then let it be." hah.....

Where is the love.. de love.. de love. WHERE IS DE LOVE THE LOVE THE LOVE. blahs. boring. ur voice sounds so nice becus i havent heard it for quite a while. but i hav dis fucking emptyness and how u express dat.. like the emotions trapped inside you lidat. i wan it so much to jus @#!#$@%#$#@# but sigh. idk.. you had so much of my temper edi. im afraid ud start to get tired. but now i am tired too. but i do need you. sigh. so sickening. so tiring trying to be happy wid all my anger.. sadness.. disappointment and all fucking trapped inside.
i dun even noe about you anymore..

regret is de worst feeling.. now i finally understand. sigh. i miss my old frens.. and esp dat old fren. sigh. i miss de 4 of us tgthr.. rmb we promised to jio each othr to eat when we find good food? rmb? if oni dose days come bak.. i regret not cherishing those times we had tgt man.. sigh.
i regret not taking care of my eyes.. evryone arnd me tells me i look better w/o glasses, i think so too. being short-sighted sucks, smmr, i dun like contacts, i dun dare try. sigh.
i regret not taking care of my body. zzz now de scars on my left knee and hand will be dere forevrr.. like wtf. it will forevr remind me of 10 march, the day i fell so fucking badly. sigh. now my body is fucking scarred. how will i ever be able to wear skirts and look pretty? sigh. and my parents keep saying me being such a stupid girl. wtf like i dun feel terrible lidat. sigh.

Sometimes i look at myself at night, and start to cry for all the scars i have, both physically and mentally. back to top?