I admit i'm still rather addicted to you, even though i thought i that i would move on like i always would. I just realised that i subconsciencously stopped by your blog everytime i had a chance to. Every single time when i chance upon your recorded message, i would inevitably shed a tear upon hearing your voice. I'm constantly on the verge of trying to talk to you again, but i know there's no room for me anymore. It's just not possible anymore. My impression have been tainted that when ever i thought of you, pain and disgust will fill me. Well, ironic huh. Guess that's one of the side effects of vinegar. Especially over something like a creep.
Hate me for all you want, i don't wanna care anymore. And here's to you people out there that think you're better cuz you're older : _|_. Being older doesn't mean you get all the girls... get all the attention... get everything. Start acting your age please.
*Sigh* Lonely life without Passion, Direction and Action
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