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I thought you loved me.
It was just my wishful thinking.
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.Masita | 마시타

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Tuesday, July 12, 2011 Tuesday, July 12, 2011
is this how a heart breaks?

did something stupid yesterday night.
viewed that guy's picture on facebook.
so he have a girlfriend now.
never thought that he would still have an effect on me but boy was i wrong.
seeing those pictures just shot a bullet through my heart.
i know that exaggerating but i think if i were to be shot by a bullet it would feel like that.
but congrats anyway and you look happy.

and to add salt to the already painful wound,
received exams result today.
i did so badly that im so ashamed of myself.
if only i could dig a hole and bury myself i would.
today was difficult day.
i cant even concentrate in class.
just wanted to cry and let it out...
and to make things worst,
he didnt even come to school today.
i dressed up so nicely for nothing.
i guess i no longer motivate him to come to school no matter how hungover he is.

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