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Saturday, June 29, 2013

Slap Me Hard Bitch!

Somebody ask me to stop complaining, whining on how miserable devastated my life was.

I got a place in his tumblr.
Lucky me to be mentioned by someone in their blog.

Its not a romantic flattering post tho.

Its a mean, nasty,
Heart broken post.
Packed with lots and lots of bombs.

Truth are always pain the ass.

Its a bitch slap .
And i really need it
I've become so depressed ever since i moved in, staying with heart warming mother of mine .

I don't even know who i am now .
I just don't .
I'm trapped in this enormous blackhole .
Its killing me . Eating every piece of me that I've tried so hard to keep it.
And i'm failing badly .

Until i met him .
Accidently .
My beautiful blue moon .

In a week time
I've become so fucking attached to him.
Seriously.
He's like this UHU gam.
Stuck deep in my wounded heart.
Tho i am sure he didn't shared this freaking weird feeling of mine.

Its not love .
Definitely not .
Its something different .
Feeling that I've never encounter before .

I mean.. I..
Urgh!! Dammit..
What is it about him anyway!!
Oh God .

Seriously .
Well yeah he got the look
the attitude but those puny thing never make me felt this way before.
And those kind of stuff never ever managed to melt me heart.

Okay!
I admit ,
Beautiful stuff or person are meant to be appreciate but it was never a point to felt this and it never did.

He's like this..
Urm ..
There's no word to define .
How special he was to me .

He suffered enough .
I just don't want him to feel any pain .
I want him to be happy .
He had his part in miserable path and he deserved to see the rainbow .

I really really hope .
Sincerely hoping he'll be happy .
Found his true happiness .
Found the right girl .
His perfect other half .
Realising every amazing dreams he has .

Guess what??

Every day pass ,
I'm going to fold a star .
Star for him .
And may his dreams are no longer a dreams .

Cross my heart and hope to die .

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