Monday, July 21, 2008
7:34 PM

You chose this path that is opposite of mine. You chose to make it happen like this. You choose to to believe that what we had was rubbish and that you want to seek for more. I didn't ask, didn't beg, didn't wish you chose all these.
I've made a mistake before. I don't want to make a mistake again and I don't think by doing this I'm making any mistake.
Maybe to you, it is. You hurt me, make me laid tears over and over again in return, I provoked you. That wasn't what I intended but do believe that shit happens.
I don't want to waste anymore time arguing with you, and hearing you hurling vulgarities and sarcasms. I got sick of it. I got sick of hearing all those words. If it was meant to be, it's meant to be.
I'm not perfect and you too.
:)
CENSORED that part.

A hug could make a difference to your mood.
Those FAT thighs of mine never get better.
I love my bitches, a lot more than you.
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