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breakaway
Friday, October 23, 2009 // 4:40 AM

Everywhere I go, people will say I look tensed. Friends, teachers and even my sister's friend that I didn't notice. I look horrible. I wasn't as cheery as before, maybe I still am. But it wasn't like before. I couldn't help but to think about it every time.

I got to know that he seemed sooo happy that he's single. He felt freedom. No burden. People around him said that, he is really happy that he is no longer with me. That isn't the case, but the matter is ... Why does he have to pretend on his blog? On Facebook? To say that he still loves me. To say that he's at loss. To say that he is sad. When he's not? Its obvious that he doesn't want tag haters. To act like he still concern. He doesn't have to go around my friends and tell me to stop smoking. Like oh my god you don't have to act things out in front of everyone ! To make them think that you're nice. To cover things up.

All these sticks that I've been taking, is him. Him. Smoking make humans hideous. It made me hideous. Gosh, how I wish I could stop. But how can I when things are just getting worse? I'm stupid. I'm dumb. These days, I've been waiting for him. To tell me that he wanna see me. To say that he miss me. Like who am I kidding? Its not happening of course. He's enjoying out there with hideous girls around him, flirting. Being egoistic in front of 'em. A bastard. Imma give everything that he gave back to him. Just wait on the 8th of November.