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♡ wearyourheartonyoursleeve.
Sunday, June 13, 2010, 1:12 PM
"He broke up with you right? After telling you he loved you and calling you pet names like baby and cutie? Yeah, I know he lavished you in compliments, only to put himself down so you would stroke his fake low ego. Did he tell you that you were beautiful? I bet he promised you a personalized song. Or maybe he'd always mention how he was lying in bed and wished you were there. He dragged "i love you" out of you, didn't he? Yeah, don't deny it. He would talk to you last thing at night and first thing in the morning. He constantly mentioned losing sleep over you, every night. But we both know he slept like a rock. He made love pictures that were just sort of 'bleah' before. Did you delete those pictures after he broke your heart? Yeah, me too. All of your friends hate him now, don't they? Remember how happy they were for you? They warned you. Just remember, it's okay to cry. And referring to him as an "asshole" is perfectly expected. Because, trust me, you'll end up talking about him just as often, if not more, than before the break up. There will be the "one times" and the "I remembers", and once you think you're over him, watch out. You better keep your eyes closed in the hallways, because I promise you, the next time you see him, he'll be all over some other girl. A little part of you will want to warn her, but nobody will blame you for hating her and for blaming her for your pain. Yeah, you'll compare all guys to him, because aside from the man-whorish, heart-breaker thing, he was perfect. He was everything you had ever wanted. Or maybe you made that up. Maybe, the second he started to show interest, you made up this perfect guy in your head, and he just happened to be just like him. Listen, you will find the perfect guy for you just like everybody says you will, and it will be soon. Okay, so I didn't believe it either, but I'm starting to. The most important thing though is don't let him know he have hurt you. Don't let him know he could have you back in a heartbeat. Don't give him that satisfaction. Make him think you're completely happy. When he decides to wave at you like nothing ever happened, wave back, sure. But don't smile. Make him think that he meant as little to you, as you obviously meant to him. Cause right then, not only will you heart glows, happy, but his heart will start to shatter, start to... regret."

Sounds familiar? Not bad huh. Pretty good. I love this. Well, in fact, true. This happens to all girl's life. Trust me or not, IT DO. Even if it never, I'm telling you, it WILL. Hah, at least I've got a good experience once :D
It hurts to fall OUT of love. But believe me, girlfriends, once you're out of that circle, you're free. And the feelings nothing like a happy bird. Yeah.

Right. So I miss all of you. 2 weeks almost ending soon. And guess what. I've barely touched my assignments. Only completely done with the one that you had to care about the environment like dear Geography. The others, that will prolly much requires a lot of reading-up beforehand like dear Physics and Chemistry, those that requires you to sacrifice the Earth, prolly only because you have to make use of papers like dear Math, I HAVE NOT TOUCH EM. Thanks to my prolong fever past week.

Well, for now, I can pretty much say................................................... I've recovered yay. 81%. Well, the other 19, is the cough and flu. What a bug. FYI, if you're concern about the 1 percent, well it is to give you guys' hope that HEY, I'M RECOVERING. Over 50 already okay! OKay, shut up be happy, MOVING ON.

Tomorrow plan was to go out with dear ESTHER. Uncertain still if last minute changes will crop up. Ah, hope it won't. I want to go outtttt quick. Staying at home, makes me seem so unsocialized. Oh come on. Even internet are boring now. Mygod, I just typed that. Hah, yeah, but true *winks*.

My mind still in whirlwind. A lot happened lately. From me being sick to a discussion that's affecting my teenyears. Ohmmmmm.

K. Let the mind whirl. Imma starting on something now. Daaa, blov-vers!
Muahzzz, misses.