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Sunday, November 19, 2006
I don't hate you but I don't love you either.
Not now.
Ten minutes ago, I really hated you.
Then I thought of what you've done and I loved you.
But you didn't do anything now.
We break our promises so easily, we let what others say affect us so readily.
But I've learnt to be smarter and I hope it's a better choice.
They may say something but if I don't see it, I won't believe it.
You may act one way and if it's not in line with your words, I'll know you lied.
Is it so fun to keep hurting me?
It's not fun seeing you get hurt.
I hate these wait-and-see games.
You seem to enjoy playing them.
It's over.
I don't know what to think anymore.
I don't think anymore.
I'm just not me.
we gave away our secrets one by one until we had nothing more to hold on to...the gossamer web of dreams just tore and our hopes and smiles, wishes and fears tumbled to the ground and fell on my tears.
