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Friday, April 20, 2007

many times i dont want you to meet your girlfriends. you might think that i'm just controlling too much. they bad mouthed me but i hold on to my patience. so do you realise now?

do best friends laugh and make fun of their own best friend? NO! i sometimes feel that my words is of no use. watever i say dont make sense. but its ok.. im alright with it. i dont ever want you to meet them again.. but i dont know whether you'll listen to me.. they're of no use to be called friends. i hope those 2 bitches will rot. you know who you are bitches. better watch out. you 2 bitches are not called friends. you are more specifically called "animals"! moronic fuckers.

as for you baby.. no matter how angry i am.. how upset i am.. i wont leave you. cos im gonna make sure you're my last. <3..

---wrecked @ 4/20/2007 09:30:00 AM---


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