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Sunday, September 4, 2005

Oh my gosh. Why are you such an asshole ab?

Went down to meet him in the middle of the night. Everything went fine. Sat down in a romantic candlelit place with us talking for the first time. Asked me questions , had some answers. But deep inside, i knew, i just knew that it was not going to last. So i reach my conclusion that he is actually schizophrenic. Went back to his place, played taiti with shots, joked laughed. And he still hasn't even kissed me yet. Dunnoe why i said that but anyways.

The next day, he was totally different, totally silent.
Can you imagine? In 3 hours, we talked for like 10 mins and the rest are just silences. That is hell for such a talkative girl like myself.

You guys should know right.

And he still asked me to go clubbing with him next week? you gotta be kidding me. Why not we just go to a mime? And dance but without music since you dun like noise anyway. What an asshole. And i thought he was different. Yep, different all right. CRAZY, that is the word.

He hates life so much, he hates himself and he is going to shoo everyone else from liking him. Give me a break. Haiyah, there i said it. Haiyah!!

Stupid me. Stupid him. Blardie cibai.