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i used to read ur blog n get blood hell irritated. simply because i could nt understand the contrast in behaviour - from turning up for the heck of it to being outright enthusiastic now?perhaps u prefer ut new crowd more? perhaps ur darling wasn't in with us? wateva the reason, i sat in the comfy of my chair n watch i the tragedy abt to happen. i saw how u were walking down the road i did, transforming from wat u term a "social-butterfly" to an "anti-social" person.*laughs*smirk*ironical isn't it? probably tt's wat happens to ppl who aren't sincere in their rlsps. like u n me. one day u r dancing in the company of ur new found frens n the next, u r nth more than a loner living in ur own pathetic world.congratulations to finding it out the hard way.
♥ 12:36 PM