Im withering away.
My life is drying up.
I feel suffocated.
I feel used.
I feel exhausted.
Of you.
Its yet another failed attempt.
I really need to attend some fucking seminar on how-to-make-a-relationship-work.
"MAKE IT WORK BITCH."
Fuck lah.
I need to take a breather, go out of the country or something.
A much needed or rather, deserved break.
I cant wait to start my advanced dip.
Just hopefully without anymore sluts.
Enough is indeed enough.
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Worked full day today.
Super tired.
Saw him.
Waved, smiled.
I sat promptly, trying not to meet him in the eye.
He talked to Ah Sng, and i spoke to Ibrahim.
My heart raced. I couldnt think.
He walked towards the table.
I stared at Ibrahim.
"GIRL, sorry eh tadi ter-call uh, nk call Zaini..." wtf.
Oh yeah he called me at 7am this morning, just to say oops wrong number. MTF.
Then he whispered something to Ibrahim, and i had no fucking idea what...
But Ibrahim replied something like "Naughty...naughty eh..."
I had a random feeling that he stored my number under Zaini's name, to prevent his GF from suspecting any rotten rat.
My heart sank, I was torn apart.
I feel so 'spare tyre' lah cb. KNNCCB.
Forget him. Forget everything.
Time to move on.
Yet again.
Love is not meant to happen in my god forsaken workplace.
What the fuck do u take me for ? Nabei lah.
