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Written at Saturday, December 29, 2012 | back to top

You said I've changed. Is not that I've changed. Is you are no longer mine, I shouldn't treat you so importantly. Ever since we broke up and got back together again, I've been crying every single day. Crying because cannot meet. Crying because you treat your friend higher than me. Crying because you don't even treat me as your girlfriend. I'm tired to see myself like that, crying everyday. You will only say that I've changed. What about you? You changed too. I changed because I want to protect myself, but you changed because you no longer want to protect me. You have million of topic to talk to those girls. Like their fb status! Like their photo. But me? You will see my fb when I ask you to. Like my photos just because I told you I'm jealous. But what's the point of liking when it's only for the seek of liking. I see any point to it. You won't find time to meet me. It's always me finding time to meet you. But whenever I find time to meet you, your excuses of dont want to meet me all comes out. I'm tired of being treat like invisible. A spare tyre. Or even a sex girl.

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Written at Thursday, December 20, 2012 | back to top

When I need you the most, you left.

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