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12:27 PM • Friday, December 24, 2010
I'm really speechless this time. Not because that I'm short of words but is that I'm tired of saying it again, and again.
I really don't know what to do. I feel like holding a small flowers, plucking one petal at a time to choose what I'm suppose to do!
You know what I feel like now? Now this feeling I'm seriously speechless, in a sense that I'm short of words.
It's like frustration, comtemptuous, but at the same time, sad, disappointed and confused.
Frustrated because you still don't understand how I feel,
Comtemptuous because you broke another promise,
Sad because I trusted you and you just threw away that promise
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Disappointed because after you apologized about the promise, you still tried playing games on me! Saying about what things I can't do during an outing with my fellow friends but you still could do.You really still think that I would 'kao' when I've already trusted in our promise? Do you know how awful I feel?Who are you?Someone precious to me wouldn't play games with me especially when you just broke your promise.
I'm so confused because of you.
And you know what's the worse thing? I tried calling you to sought things out and you dare to hang up on me. You're a shame to me, who doesn't respect me.
In the end, you come begging me saying let's don't talk about this and just forget about it. How can you just let go of stuff like this, especially when I feel soo frustrated, comtemptuous, disappointed, sad and confused? You think that I'm not stressed out too?I just suck it up and don't care about it! The only thing I care about now is I don't want this to ever happen again and the only way to do it, is to confront you and ask why?
Asking me to just forget about this, you're just giving me a bad memory to remember.
Fine, you want to give me a nightmare to remember, I shall live with it.
Sometimes I don't understand you, and maybe that's why you don't too.
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