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Monday, March 12
6:33 PM
; blew me up


in th end, i'm th fool.




):
))))):
my afternoon slipped away.
just a moment ago, i saw that it was
only two. now it's six already. aye.

didn't attend school today. had a bad
night last night. i wonder why but i was
feeling uneasy nd something's bothering
me. but i wasn't sure what was it then.
but maybe, this was why..
(now i believed that our hearts were tied)

woke up this morning, received a friendster
message which made me crossed my fingers.
waiting for you t wake up for th whole morn.
waiting for you t say that it's not you nd
he mistaken you for someone else. waiting
for you t wake up nd tell me it isn't true..

i waited..
nd waited.
&finally, you woke up.

true enough, when i asked you,
my phone rang, th ID reads your name.
there nd then, i knew th answer was
staring right at my face. teach me how
t control my tears cos' i didn't know how.

nd nopes, i've never felt so hurt before.
lies.. white or black or rainbow, i don't care.
as long as they are lies, it's th same.

this is yet another emotional breakdown
in my life. this is th last thing i expect
from you. i couldn't believe what i heard..
i did not believe. i told myself, you wouldn't
lie t me. i kept all hopes that i put in you.
but yes, awfully shocked nd lost now.
tell me what t do next.
i don't know what t do.

hope you learn from this incident.
although i guess you experienced it
before nd you know how i would feel
but i don't know what happened t you.

how am i feeling ? if you wonder.
i feel like i've just been ran over by
a bulldozer.. feeling its precisely sharp
edges cutting into th flesh of my face,
my body nd my legs. th tires then slowly
squished nd ironed my body,
leaving my bones neatly crushed.

that's how badly i got hit.
&since i was hit, i needed a hospital.
i looked for a hospital. hoping t find
help, but th doctor said my heart
was intensively bleeding. he couldn't
do anything but let my heart bleed till
it dried. then he would carry my dried-up
heart nd put it in a bag nd pass it t
th one i love dearly t remember me.

yeah, just imagine.
that reads th condition of
my heart. emotionally.

guess my life's full of stories.
i can share it with my grandchildren
next time. if i ever get t marry someone.