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Friday, May 28, 2010






see this guy over here has been my daily routine.
my best friend, my lover and my strength. *chey2. kening up up*
since i shut down from my friends. not all but a whole lot of them .

"There are some people who offers their help but i turn them down.
While there are some people, who i approach for help.
The difference: Level of comfort and fondness."

which i find it so true. ive shut myself from whom i find fun with .
from whom, i considered to be the closest. (other than the girls)
having to listen to that. i find myself burning inside.
i feel like bitch slapping someone.
i feel like cursing whole lot of them .

and with this i turn to the one i find most comfort with,
my bf and some of the girls.
and everyday i thank god.
that some of my friends are the true friends i have.