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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, May 08, 2012 Tuesday, May 08, 2012
im no idiot.

i really should not facebook before sleeping.
most of the time, i read what i dont want to and see what i dont want to and become angry which lead to insomnia.
yesterday was no different.
he uploaded her picture on facebook.
what the hell.
you promised me not to meet her and then do this.
pshh.
its like straight to my face.
and you bothered to ask me whats making me unhappy.
the answer is you.