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Sunday, April 29, 2007
6:27 PM
Just home from watching 200 pounds beauty with mummy and stewpit irritating ass sister. Must watch la, super touching show. I cried like don'tknowwhat, and super loudly some more. People behind laughing at me. Don't think I don't know, laugh so loud, think I cannot hear? -.-
Then after that went to collect my specs, then walked home. On the way, kept thinking and thinking about things.. ]: Fuck la, damn emo. Reached home, came online, saw him online, but didn't feel like talking to him. Came to blog to check tagboard, saw his tags, then went his blog, saw his post, understands, but still can't help feeling pissed and disappointed. He asked if I'm angry on msn, then didn't reply, then he went offline, saying that he'll talk to me tomorrow.
Tomorrow, who knows if I still want to talk to him? I know I ought to forgive, but I can't help it, I really can't. He brought my hopes up so high, only to let it all fall and crush down on me. & ouch, it hurts. Very badly..