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10.9.10 ♥.
bad day.

never felt like this in such a long time,
having only one person on my mind for the whole fucking night,
and still unable to shake those thoughts off when the following day comes.
the thing is, it's not the person whom i used to care about anymore,
it's someone else.
and i had no idea how fast he crept into my heart and occupied the entire space in it.

i'm glad.

but i thought he would have gotten worried, or at least cared.
guess i was wrong.
i overestimated my importance to him.
but i deserve it.
need a break now.

We always seem to hold onto the memories that make us cry. ‘Cause sometimes those were the memories we only cared about. But when the time comes that you throw 'em all away behind, you promise yourself never to look back, and the person's name won't make you smile again.

We could have been infinite. @ 8:44 PM



QUEEN.

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Brenda Yap.
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I ♥ to eat.

"Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know." - Jeremiah 3:3


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