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.Thursday, September 17, 2009
''baby, let me love you. let me be the one to give you everything you want and need''
today is the seventeenth, which makes it our third month.

something unusual happened to me today. it happened for fifty minutes. that was the worst fifty minutes of my life, ever. it was so humiliating. the scene keeps repeating in my mind so vividly. how i thought of you, how it made my heart break so bad, how that tear came rolling down my cheek, how i ran out of class despite the stares my classmates gave me, how i rushed into the first toilet cubicle, how i locked myself in there and how i sat down and cried for 30 minutes. i didn't realize it was that long but i just continued crying and i couldn't stop. and then, how i called my mom, begging her to take me home , but how she refused. and how frustrated i felt. the more i continued crying, but this time like a little lost girl who has no direction in her life. indecisive of what path she should take. indecisive at that particular 50 minutes. indecisive about you.

why do all good things come to an end?

PS // i will change my tag box.

XOXO








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