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This is my blog, my rants. My stories of life.

I'm just your average girl next door. Need I say more? I write about what I think feels. I don't care about what you think about me 'cause it don't matter. If you think you don't like me or my blog, you can leave. Otherwise, come on in and hear my rants!! =) A year older comes May second. Sexy, Naughty, Bithcy ME!

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Friday, November 30, 2007
I cant take it anymore

I lurve him.. lots..
SO true.
But yet, I'm not sure if everything's gonna be alright.

I'm confused, upset, sad and hurt.
I really dont know if this is the right time or right one.

Its just so sad that all this had to happen now, and the feeling came suddenly.
I've been waiting for a while to say it, but I guess now is the right time.
I cant stand it any longer.
I cant hold on any more.
I'm hurt too much for you to even realise.
I cant give in any further.
I'm sad you dont even care.

Since you wont bother about anything at all, I wont be bothered to waste my time talking to you, period.
You know who you are.
You only care about how you feel, and what you wanna feel.
What about mine?
My feelings and emotions.
And my thoughts and views.
I thought by now, we should know each other well enough, but I am definitely wrong.
You've caused enough strain to me and I dont even know if I can ever forgive you.
I MIGHT forgive, BUT I will never FORGET.
YOU especially.

For now, I'm pushing you aside to care for my sick granny.
Been shuttling around between home, work and hospital.
Alhamdullillah, all is well.
She just got discharged after 5 days in hospital.
I'm thinking FOR her and OF her.
You are out of my mind - for ow - I guess.

I dont know how long I can hold out any longer.