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Wednesday, January 18, 2006
You will never realise how hurtful just one or two words from you can be. Fk it man.

On a separate note, I think I really am a lousy friend. Sorry. Dunno how to make u feel better also. But I dun even get to paint the correct and proper picture of the whole bloody thing how the hell am I supposed find the correct things to say. Somehow I am worried for u. Tho u promised me that its not gonna be like u know, THAT. Haha but that doesnt really make me feel better. J2 liao le uncle. Theres not much time for this kind of things u know. Ahh I'm feeling like shit now. I really do. Gahhhh.

My mind's unweaving/ 10:56 PM

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