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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me. |
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3:27 PM,
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
i don't know what else to say. I have nothing else to say. i mean,what does she want me to say? "I'm sorry,and i love you,and i'll say sorry even when its nobody's fault and its you who is so damn stubborn" ? I won't.Its not that i'm ego. Its really nobody's fault. You're confused,i'm confused and she's confused. The three of us are just confused. And you don't say sorry for being confused do you? Well,i really have nothing to say to her anymore. She said that somehow,we act like we don't care. She thinks so? Then who was that stupid freak that came up to her on Tuesday to talk to her if not me? She still wanna say she don't care? What the cock lah. Pffft..... :( So much for showing my care. We really should talk and i really don't wanna do this online. This crap. What for to let the whole world know? But then again,she really can be a kid sometimes and when kids fight,they get really immature and they get afraid to talk face to face. So,whatever. I don't think i care anymore. :) |