damaged tape.

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Thursday, February 14, 2008 9:55 pm

14th

Nothing much to talk about really.
We cheered.
We laughed.
We dozed off during Bio Prac.
We envied the others for having flowers.
We hit ourselves in the head for not bring a gift for our dear angel and mortal.
Period.

i think we aren't cut out to be together.
ever had the feeling that that someone you love may not exactly be the right one?
i am sure it wasn't infatuation.
what kept me awake during those nights was pain. infatuation doesn't cause pain.
it's till march. when you replied, i frankly thought of pushing the deadline till the end of march.
now?
i don't know really.
i am already told by three friends to give up. logic-side brain agreed. emotional side just burnt that message.
it's till march.
after that, i will not touch love again.
at least. not so soon.
really.
i still want to fall in love or rather, be loved.

this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.