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Friday, April 30, 2010

i'm back to square one. i am confused with my own feelings. now that you have know who is really in my heart, you just leave without any word. i waited. and waited. and at last, i took in my friends suggestion. i like you. but i dont love you. i'm sorry to have hurt you. i really didnt mean to..

haish. again. i've hurt someone's heart. haish. and right now, i'm hurt myself. tears rolling down my cheeks. haish. i'm such a weak girl. i'm the one who hurt the person. yet, i'm the one crying. how hypocrite can i be? haha. very good Syai. you're doing great.

hm.. there's alot in my mind. but i just dont feel like letting out yet. there's just too much to let out.. really too much.. T_T

i'm sorry. i really didnt mean to hurt you. i thought you knew. but i guess i'm wrong. i appreciate all that you have done for me.. thanks a lot.. and sorry to have trouble you too much.. sorry for giving you hope. sorry for everything..

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