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Wednesday, September 05, 2007

i hate it when you make my day, then tell me something that disappoints me again. although i know it's not your fault at all. i sincerely hope that you confirm everything before telling me next time alright? i was planning to catch a movie with you or something. it's the holidays. and everytime i see couples having fun outside, my heart just sinks. but oh well, i know you're busy and everything. so sorry for being this way again. but it feels better saying everything out here. girls will always be girls. so you can't blame me for being a girl huh. ;p ah well, no matter what, do note that i still love you alright.

sleep is good.
maybe if i could sleep forever,
and forget about the world.
i'm tired, very tired.
how do i go on?

oh maybe,
sleep is good.

my heart still bleeds for you.




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and now the stars
aren't out tonight, but
neither are we,
to look up at them.
why does hello feel like goodbye?
these memories
can't replace
these wishes I wished
and dreams I chased.
take this broken heart,
and make it right.

when will you save me?



stabbed my heart.