every week, i look forward to seeing you.
every week, i know they're just empty promises.
ever week, i cry.
will this cycle ever stop?
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had a terrible day yesterday. work was shit. customers were pissing me off like nobody's business. one even kicked my counter, CONTINUOUSLY, after i asked him to help me empty the yellow bag. =.='
but. i was honestly too tired to care.
i turned to shikin and said, "ni laki dah apasal sak.."
then i turned to the customer and smiled.
unnecessary drama when work ended. he accompanied me to the bus stop and we saw him there. for all those who know about this, you know how awkward it was la kay. haha. in the end i just avoided the two of them and sat down, while talking to syirah on the phone. lol.
i hate bus trips when i'm alone. i tend to cry at every single thing. every single song i hear reminds me of sapshai. somebody should confiscate that ipod away from me. or i should just return it to him. =/ or maybe even throw it away. he doesn't deserve it. ^^
and if i do, somebody seriously needs to get me an 8gb/16gb pink ipod nano for my birthday. hahaha. but i know that nobody will get it for me la kay. i know. tersk.
anyway, to whom-it-may-concern:
the previous post was purposely made that way.
because i know somebody with that standards.
would never look my way.
and i think i'll never fall in love again.
even if i do have a few crushes now.
you want to know why? i'm honestly just afraid of loving again. i'm seriously just too tired of going through the whole "let's get to know each other" phase. right now, nobody's able to make me feel that excited about him.
he volunteered to be the one who helps me out of this. he volunteered to take whatever shits i throw at him. he volunteered to be the one who loves me the most. he volunteered to take your position when you were helping me to forget syamil. yet he still respects the fact that my heart is with somebody else.
somebody who's not even reading this blog. somebody who doesn't even care about how i feel. somebody who doesn't need me anymore. somebody who probably has another girl. and that somebody is you.
you told me you're not doing okay.
so how are you doing?
more than okay?
better than me, i guess.
