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Saturday, November 01, 2008
that wednesday i had a crying session
and today morning i had another... these two are the top 2 on my crying list the worst of the lot of this year excluding all the crying for drama mama. maybe yesterday was that bad due to the wine i had maybe i was at the emotional peak at that few hours it was good that mummy have kept the wine at dunno where or else i would be drunk to my dismay man my sister saw me cry, and just said that if he this kind of person forget him elina knew what happen and asked me to forget him vegetable part is just a part that made me smile and cry love you darling.. <3> and that kumlan sister of mine... made me laugh and cry the next minute again... asking me to look at his DP, eating sweet potato soup while webcamming but he was nice enough to comfort me at the start. why ask these questions, when you dun even care? why make me cry to sleep? why make me cry while sitting on the toilet floor? why make me feel the heart ache i never had before... it bloody wasn't worth it... but it was bloody painful. having that picture imprinted in my mind i hoped that we could start all over again.. or at least we could go back to where it all started... or to where it never started.... |