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Saturday, 10 September, 2011

I hate the fact that I'm still feeling angry at the thought of it. Yes, you might say that whatever I'm angry about is because of what I think but its because of the way you say things, makes me boil.

You made it sound like you have no intention to meet me at all in the first place, you made it sound as if you're meeting me just because I asked, you made it sound as if I'm the only one who wants to meet.

And whenever this kind of things happen, you never seem to want to make things right again but instead you take it as nothing has ever happened. I think that the other day would be the only time you will say "I will make you smile again". But to think back, you made me smile indirectly. Just because you have something new to show, you can make me smile? Well I'm not facinated by it already.



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