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I see through you; You're A Liar
Written on: Thursday, August 13, 2009
Time: 8:00 PM
Awake. Finally I opened my eyes. You're always calling me a "fucking cheater", or "fucking unloyal". Practically, I get all these from you every single day. I tend to drown myself in tears, thinking "where did I go wrong? What did I do till I deserve this?" I kept telling my friends, perhaps I'm too hard on you, pressuring you. And one day, I found out. You've been fucking with my feelings and emotions. Using my feelings to cover your not sorry ass. You've been flirting with your so-called pet sister who used to have a huge crush on you? You think I wouldn't find out?
A gentle reminder, I'm not dumb nor stupid. Why do I say that?
Firstly, you have another pet-sister. Who apparently was/is her bestfriend. She send you a hello-how-are-you comment. You refuse to reply. Why? Because shes not up to your standard? Unlike your the other so-called pet sister, who apparently is a fucking hot chiq? Whom you replied and use your charming words? Come on.
If you're calling me a "fucking cheater", you yourself is worse than that. I've given up so much for you. So much. You refuse to go parties with me. You refuse to meet my friends. But you always demand and expect me to go YOUR parties and cut my life from YOUR friends. So I wouldn't dig out your guilty-not-sorry stories?
I had enough. I'm sorry if this is harsh, but you deserve it. Label me all you want. I'm sorry. Because from now, I can only be your friend. Why am I considered a "fucking cheater", even if I'm wearing high waisted shorts, flowery-summerish-skirts, jumpsuits, tights and spegetthi? WHILE, you're BUSY replying her comments. But never once you replied mine. A gentle reminder, doing this wouldn't hurt you. You're not broken, but I am. This wouldn't hurt you but make you angry. Because all these while, you've never love me. But you're using me. And its done. I had enough.
I wish you the best and everything. Both of you are meant to be with each other. Take care.
Yas, thanks for listening to my rantings on the phone. I love you, hun.
Lisza, thanks for accompanying me all the time. Bringing me out to clear my mind, calling me to check on me and defending for me. Thank you for being a really really good friend. I love you to bits, munkey!
Shinz, thanks for listening to me and making me laugh. Thanks for being there when I'm crying. Thank you so so much. I'm finally awake. Thank you. :)
Mandy, thanks for making me laugh with your sarcastic-hilarious joke. I love you too, hun. :)
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I see through you; You're A Liar
Written on: Thursday, August 13, 2009
Time: 8:00 PM
Awake. Finally I opened my eyes. You're always calling me a "fucking cheater", or "fucking unloyal". Practically, I get all these from you every single day. I tend to drown myself in tears, thinking "where did I go wrong? What did I do till I deserve this?" I kept telling my friends, perhaps I'm too hard on you, pressuring you. And one day, I found out. You've been fucking with my feelings and emotions. Using my feelings to cover your not sorry ass. You've been flirting with your so-called pet sister who used to have a huge crush on you? You think I wouldn't find out?
A gentle reminder, I'm not dumb nor stupid. Why do I say that?
Firstly, you have another pet-sister. Who apparently was/is her bestfriend. She send you a hello-how-are-you comment. You refuse to reply. Why? Because shes not up to your standard? Unlike your the other so-called pet sister, who apparently is a fucking hot chiq? Whom you replied and use your charming words? Come on.
If you're calling me a "fucking cheater", you yourself is worse than that. I've given up so much for you. So much. You refuse to go parties with me. You refuse to meet my friends. But you always demand and expect me to go YOUR parties and cut my life from YOUR friends. So I wouldn't dig out your guilty-not-sorry stories?
I had enough. I'm sorry if this is harsh, but you deserve it. Label me all you want. I'm sorry. Because from now, I can only be your friend. Why am I considered a "fucking cheater", even if I'm wearing high waisted shorts, flowery-summerish-skirts, jumpsuits, tights and spegetthi? WHILE, you're BUSY replying her comments. But never once you replied mine. A gentle reminder, doing this wouldn't hurt you. You're not broken, but I am. This wouldn't hurt you but make you angry. Because all these while, you've never love me. But you're using me. And its done. I had enough.
I wish you the best and everything. Both of you are meant to be with each other. Take care.
Yas, thanks for listening to my rantings on the phone. I love you, hun.
Lisza, thanks for accompanying me all the time. Bringing me out to clear my mind, calling me to check on me and defending for me. Thank you for being a really really good friend. I love you to bits, munkey!
Shinz, thanks for listening to me and making me laugh. Thanks for being there when I'm crying. Thank you so so much. I'm finally awake. Thank you. :)
Mandy, thanks for making me laugh with your sarcastic-hilarious joke. I love you too, hun. :)
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Ashley is the name. Short for Ash. Currently doing Communication at Taylors College. At times, I'm a very dramatic person.
I'm known as a tantrum-thrower with mood swings. Its bad, but, this is me.
I love fashion, but I do not claim myself as a fashionista. I love shopping, but I don't think I'm as extreme as a shoppaholic.
Basically, I will go nuts and gaga over shoes that make me go horny and lick my lips. No, I'm not materialistic, but I do love branded-goods. Like, which girl doesn't?
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