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sometimes
20090810 @ 8:04 PM
You.

Sometimes I feel like screaming to your face, sometimes I want to talk to you (talk about alot of things), sometimes I want to do some catching up with you, sometimes I want to walk up to you and ask how are you doing, sometimes I wonder why we're like how we are right now, sometimes I want you to know that I still care, sometimes I really miss you, sometimes I wonder whether you're going through the same as I am, sometimes I want to go out with you and have fun, sometimes I want you to know that I miss the old times, sometimes I wish you're the one that I could turn to whenever I feel down, sometimes I think maybe you didn't reply my texts because I sent to the wrong number (yes, silly me) (and yes, I deleted to forget you), sometimes I wish that is true, sometimes I wish you're here beside me, sometimes I wish what happened didn't happen in the first place, sometimes I thought I brought this upon myself so I've got no one else to blame, sometimes I want an explanation from you, sometimes I really wonder what's so great about you that it's hard for me to forget, sometimes I want you to never exist, sometimes I want you to be the one who starts the conversation, sometimes I wish you'd tell me that you felt (at least) a tinge of regret for what you've done, sometimes I want to forget all the memories we had, sometimes I tell myself that it was only a month of good memories so why the heck brood over it, sometimes, there's just too much to say.

& most of the time, you're stucked in my head and I feel like a fool.

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