I don't want you to think I'm feeling crappy because I'm a complete bitch who won't understand you - and the fact that I was lying. I slept at fucking 4am, woke up at nine and then eleven. Well on my part I didn't tell you - my bad. I can't blame you for that. I can't blame you that I started out the day in the worse mood ever either.
But in the least, I don't have a fraction of your attention. At all - and it's never as if I demanded it. Hey, I admit. If we didn't speak yesterday we might never have further continued being mates.
Am I to believe you? We didn't speak for months, stev. Yeah, my fault. I should've started cleaning my room out earlier. I don't know if I should or can I believe you. But maybe you're right.
I do deserve a lol. I do. I won't deny it. It doesn't mean you can lie to me this way. Really man? Really?
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I feel like utter crap, I'm sweating like hell, shifted furniture, tidied up my room and mopped the floor. Aaron was on. Haziq isn't back. Sigh. Just when you thought everything was alright it crumbles right before you, faster than shutter speeds. Quicker than a standard 24 fps.
It's not how it crumbles or why, it's what you feel and how you react. So.
Take it all in and relax. Start over. Again and again. Like a game of UNO Stacko or classic Jenga. Or maybe dominoes. Nothing ever flows well. There's no thrill or fun in smooth travel. Where's the memorable bits?
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Please 2011, come quicker.