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♡ FCFS policy.
Thursday, November 18, 2010, 8:22 PM
I just can't stand it when some people have to butt in to some people's rights. I mean come on. When it comes to queuing up, you'd take special note of the First Come First Serve policy. But what about people's rights? You totally gave a blind eye to it dont you.
Seriously. How selfish could you truly get? It was me first. Truly me first. Why do you have to come in and mess it all over again. You know so much for years of friendship, I gave in. But hey, you've crossed the damn line.
I never really got to enjoy the feeling like you'd always did, but when opportunity strikes and I'd have officially called it mine , girl, you don't just snatch it away.
Subconcsiously, things change, and you continue on being your own innocent self, pretending to not a single damn thing. You had your everything, so why do you have to steal my something to the point that I'm left with nothing. I don't know if I was kind or stupid enough to endure all this. All this shit you're pushing me clean for you.
You had no idea. Just letting you know once and goddamn for all, you just had nooooo idea.
You know I don't hate you. No. Not at all. Not not not never ever ever ever. But I hate the fact that the society don't appreciate this policy anymore. When they think that they can jolly well get anything they'd ever wanted when they were not even the ones that worked hard for. When they don't deserve to. I don't really quite seek for justice and fairness here, but I truly truly truly seek for a favourable understanding. If that is too tough to achieve?
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And he just walked passed me and pretend like nothing ever happened. 
Jerk much?  
Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew, knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you.