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Thursday, September 18, 200810:16 AM
I can't take it anymore. I feel like screaming. I wanna scream my lungs out!!!!!!!
What's wrong with YOU (you know who you are)?
Why can't you EVER, THINK before doing or saying something to me. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST MAKE UP YOUR MIND.
What do you think I am? A freaking toy?
My heart is NOT a play thing. It's not something that you can dispose off in the corner of your room and just retrieve it again when you feel like it.
Did you even KNOW how much hurt I felt because of YOU?
I can't take it that everytime I'm feeling a little bit normal again or when I'm feeling happy, you'll just come in to my life and tell me stuff that makes me think a whole lot, which also makes me feel like crap.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
For someone who promised that he wouldn't hurt me like my ex did, for someone who promised that he'll be there for me no matter what, for someone who promised that he'll never leave, you never did any of that.
Instead, you proved to me that guys are just bastards who gives empty promises in the beginning.
I'm disappointed in you. I'm disappointed at your character I thought of as a whole and I'm disappointed in myself for falling for you in the past. I find myself so stupid for even trusting you at all.
No matter what it is, I guess I've learnt a new lesson from you.
That, I cannot afford to be weak when I know I'm always falling for the bad guys.

I'm not that vulnerable anymore.
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