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Tuesday, April 18, 2006


-numbed.-


to you : it takes two hands to clap. im disappointed. i really am. words alone cannot fully describe how i felt yesterday. do you even bother ? or am i just someone whom you hang out with just for fun ? it came to a point where i dont even care if you reply to my messages, talk to me on msn or just answer my calls. like somewhere down the road, someone injected anaesthetic into me and i became numbed to everything that's happening around me. the things i'll do to make you smile, the jokes i'll say to make you laugh. it seems rather pointless now. you're always busy with your own friends, your ministry.
im tired of calling you first, sms-ing you first. it gets really tiring after awhile. i've done my part, its your turn now.

like parallel lines, we walk by ourselves. and no matter how hard we try, we'll never get closer.

im closing up. goodbye.



| s a n d y wrote this down @ 23:31|

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