after spending the harmless night alone, i realised i can't do good without his sweet calls. i realised im still attached to him, cause part of him in me just refused to go away and vanish into thin air. he's never good in the master "art" of boys; who come and go as they like, treating the girl like some kind of..okay you know, whatever. so he's just different, that's the whole point.

we're still in the middle of working things out, although it tends to hurt halfway through. "strong girls don't go away and cry, they stay to work things out".

&strong girls still whisper sweet nothings in the boy's ear. yes, i love him; i still do.

right now, im torn between regret and guilt all the same. i shouldn't have open my bloody mouth and said a little good morning; i should just stick to pretending that idontknowyou. yet again, i don't see the reason why we need to spit on that thick wall and make things even worst. afterall, im still a human; with feelings and emotions. in case you have forgotten, i have two eyes to look around, a nose to smell, a mouth to talk and say atleast a hello and ofcourse, a heart to feel the surroundings.

i wont give up halfway; i will go on till i can scrap that kerek face of yours and sink your ego real deep below. i will change you for the better and i will make you understand that girls don't just blindly follow the boys' words. and that girls have a heart, just like boys do.

well said.

quite frankly, actually i don't know where to begin.
all i know, i Y him. goodday!