so, S.C came over to find me, and im grateful for that. saw a couples of friends, and i bet they must had thought im having a happy life huh, cool. think twice. obviously S.C doesnt know it, but today is the last day im meeting her. like this time, its for real. im working now, and this job, is easy but long hours and boring. argh for that. i got work tomorrow, so, im turning in soon, like real soon.


i hate it when im like a book to you, readable at a glance. i hate it when i know its impossible for me to linger in your mind and yet i tell myself miracles happen. i hate it when i would smile when i hear your voice. i hate it when i told myself to let go and yet i would message you the next day. i hate the way i love you even when i told myself true love doesnt exist. happily ever after is just so storybook. it DOES NOT exsit. i told S.C not to message or call me as i would be working, and i would call her when im free. but to me, that would never happen. let me apologise for lying to you alright? ha.


you said i seldom reply coldly, and you hate it when i get affected when someone calls or message you. seriously, does it matter? thanks for acting it does. at least i know you mind how i feel. key word of this paragraph. (acting like you care) its hard on you and killing me. give me a break alright?


if i could put a title and ending for my love for you, it would be. wishful thinking, and growing up in a hard way. a way no one would ever ask for.


wx, get well soon alright? im seriously missing you. remember the time i saw at tamp and you commented on my shirt? wake up and comment about my everything, will you? i know you would. its a matter of time. its ok if you need a little more rest. just know that you cant rest forever. get up and kicking soon. bro.

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