viernes, junio 27, 2003
[ 142. Hurt ]
Excerpt from my chat with him.
|=xaNeriC=| says:
wat do u see out of this frenship now?
*** says:
okie lar... its not as it used to be..
|=xaNeriC=| says:
ever asked y?
*** says:
i duno...i cant think of a reason....i guessed it was our schedules......
|=xaNeriC=| says:
if it's the schedules... means it'll get worse as i step into term time?
*** says:
maybe its bcos of my training lar..
|=xaNeriC=| says:
why do u say that?
*** says:
duno... the schedule of my training... den i oso got no time to talk to u`
|=xaNeriC=| says:
:'(
I'm so hurt, neglected.
Mad at myself.
A good piece of glass,
Yet my fingers are itchy.
Now it cracked,
i try to restore it.
It can never be the same...
God, why.... |
Shannon left at 11:05 p. m..