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jiali ♥
twenty two. sixteenth februaries.

Mianhaeyo ❞ ♡ Monday, April 29, 2013

How did things ever end up this way..? All of a sudden the different parts all manage to piece themselves together, and everything seemed to make sense now.. The conversations, the screenshots, that playfully jealous tone, the drunk talk, the odd resistance to be my kor, the long talks over the phone,  ..

But who the heck asks such a question first?!?! PABOYA !!!

GAH. Feeling so guilty because I really treated everything in a joking manner, dismissed all the weird thoughts gathered in my head... I didn't even feel prepared for what you were about to reveal.. Feel bad for doing all the things my way without even considering how you'd feel..

Would you have, had I not..? Bleh.

I'd really be out of my mind to risk this _-year friendship of ours. No. You've seen me through the previous three, and you know I wouldn't want to ruin anything again. Sigh. I thought I'd feel better after a night's sleep, but the amount I tossed and turned in bed last night.. ): You're the one I'd turn to if I face such situations, but now.. Who do I go to..? ):

Do you read this space?

I'm sorry. Sorry for being dim-witted and not knowing when to differentiate between what were jokes and what were genuine. Sorry for responding to everything in a platonic manner, it must've upset you a lot.. For making you sad, I'm sorry. RAWR. *Needs to sing*

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