Sunday, June 2, 2019

Rejection.

My hands’ shaking, don’t know why.
Guess I’m gonna miss him for the upcoming four days.
Jeez, that’s freaking long.
I think I’m gonna die.

There’s a question, or actully some questions that I’m dying to ask him tapi tu lah, tak ada guts.
I hate rejection, so we’re gonna move our lifes on.

I love him, so freaking much.
And I want him, so fucking bad.

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