so we went out just now.
and it seems that everything i say to you just makes things worst.
so there it goes.
22 official months. gone.
yes people, muhammad saiful bin saimen and i have broken up.
happy now?
especially you.
you lying cunning bastard.
and you didn't know, but as i ate just now i felt like vomitting. that's why i was feeling queasy. i think i 'll never force myself to eat again if i have no appetite. the feeling's just horrible.
so there you have it. guys, who're having crushes on me, i'm available now, and as doreen says it, "i'm swinging single". heh. no, i'm not dealing pretty well with it. but i have to, don't i? i have to deal with everything by myself. i always did. and i guess after the 22-month "party" is over, and i'm so wasted and just fucking tired from everything that's happened.
but we'll remain best friends.
just like the way we were before o5o6o7.
and hopefully my life will be okay without you.
this part you'll go: "you'll be fine la.."
i guess only time will tell.
to all my future boyfriends out there (if any): i'm really really tired and maxed out right now by relationships. so if you think you have a crush on me and would like to develop it into something else, don't. at least not right now. maybe not ever, even. i just really need time to be alone. it really hurts. it really really hurts.
anis, remember what i told you at jurong point's long john silvers?
"if i were ever to break up with sap, i'd go crazy and i'd lose all interest in love."
i guess it's taking effect, huh?
i won't wait for you.
but i don't want any other.
i'll taste that last kiss of ours forever baby.
forever..
p/s: please keep your promise.. please.
