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relief

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Recently I had been caught in the middle
My stable, busy boyfriend and an attentive player
It took me almost a month to open up my eyes to see what his true motives were
I had wrapped my head around his lies
He made me realize that my ice queen personality may be a facade since I was so easily swayed
it proved my insecurity and shallowness
I'm glad that I have true friends who dish out practical advices for me to follow since 'pang guan zhe qing'

Goodbye.
Our indecent relationship had been like a drunken night
fun while it lasted, but something that I'd rather forget
Thanks for the memories



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I lead so many lives that I think I'm only trying to fool myself