EMO ENTRY.
fuckit. its always like this at night.
"what u said nothing is materialised. u never stood for what u ever said. i dont like calls i dont go chals, whatever."
"i will make room for you too"
well fuck it. since when? i never felt it. probably im too fat.
ever tok to me since ... i dunno b4 poly started?? try lasting for more thn 30 sec can?
shit fucked....
probably need a booze or something. hard to be drunk alone, trying not to be when with company. it sucked. there's nobody to watch over me getting drunk.
nobody.
to try to put up this self is tiring.
recall my fone number. where do i live. what do i like. whats my email. hell, tell me how did we met.
okay, fuck these. if cant, forget it. but the basic simplest shit i ever ask was maybe 30 min a day? hell a call in every few weeks would be nice too.
when was the last time we talked for hours.
why did we went silent for more thn 3/4 of the time on train?
maybe i should just let it all out sometime.
nice a chalet would be nice.
at night with fags booze watever watever tht makes pple happy.
watever floats my boat.
and whatever floats yours.
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