What is there to be blog when all are bad memories?
I am angry wit myself and awfully hate this relationship that has come to this stage. i have to keep accepting whatever reason that was created for not picking up my calls. Silently hide this awful fear inside about going home alone. Being strangely jealous that he gets all the good stuff and attention elsewhere, while i have to accept his every move.
I just wish i din die during this period cos by the time he would have found out i will have been cremated
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