How shall I put it.
Listening to Les Miserables again and again isn't the best cure for a sore heart. Then again, almost nothing is.
I wish I didn't feel the pain, anymore.
Wedding dinner, just got home. Didn't like the food, service, nor the irritating emcee.
Thanks for snatching the food out from under my nose
Got daoed for the umpteenth time.
I don't blame you, but I can't help hating you.
Can't carry on this way, hoping against hope.
Why don't I just give up and move on?
Looking forward to next Tuesday, stayover.
You people better play Citadels, or else.
Have to start working on I-Hist term paper.
Shall not remind myself of the numerous Lit essays I have not done since start of the year.
Wondering if my dreams will ever be realised.
Wishing that one day you'll accept me, and love me.