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looking back at my FOND MEMORIES. :)

12th October 2006 - 12.30am

now, my heart feel like it is so cramp up. why must u do this to me? i have already like you before you even like me. and when you say that you like me. i was on cloud nine. i was so happy. u made my day that day. but now, i dunno what im feeling. i feel like cying but i cant. no tears seem to drop out. i feel like screaming but i cant. no sound seem to come out from my mouth. just this sentence 'i dunno why i also like you.' made my paper heart bleed. is liking me that shameless? if yes, then why even borther to even know me better, flirt with me, spent time with me. WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! i feel like bashing you now. but i cant. i like you. i feel like telling you my feelings, but i cant. im scared. AH......................... why isit me?! why cant it be someone else?! AHHHHHHHHH............................ i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you.................. why must you still hold my heart gently yet squeeze out thhe blood in it? WHY?! ahhhhh.......

dont you know that i have a paper heart. just by tearing it, squeezing it, blood drips......... sighs...


these are all in the past. ; meant to be forgetten