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Sometimes I forgot what it feels like to love.

to feel hurt.

But then I remember..

and it is not a good thing to remember.

Maybe this time it would be different.

not telling

again, no matter how many times i told him to be honest, he didn't.

buka inbox, dah tau macam2.

malas nak tanya. penat. biarlah.

note to myself:

• patience
• patience
• more patience
• act stupid like i know nothing

and just SMILE =)

p/s: i'm good at pretending

play

you will play with no one.

you will not play me.

you will stop.

STOP!

hey, why aren't you stopping?

i don't know why..

should i listen to you?

should i stop?

i think i'm enjoying this..

are you?

OK.. go on!

play with me, kill me.

you know it will not affect me after all.

i feel like dying.