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Always have high self-esteem and confidence; to achieve what you wished for.
sorry please?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009



Its 1.20am now and my eyes are swollen.
I find myself failing each day. Falling and not getting up. I never forgive myself for what I’ve done these days. I don’t know why I’m changing to a bad person; in his eyes. I’m sorry. I do felt that too, not really bad, but totally different person.

I’m sorry I caused problems in your life. I’m sorry I made you cry. I’m sorry I worried you every night. I’m sorry I troubled you every morning. I’m sorry I gave you frustrations. I’m sorry I made you angry. I’m sorry for shouting at you. I’m sorry for scolding you. I’m sorry for being mad at you for a small thing. I’m sorry I cried in front of you. I’m sorry because I’m too sensitive. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I’m sorry if my words break your heart. I’m sorry if I lied to you in any way. I’m sorry for being a jerk. I’m sorry for being a criminal of your life. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done towards you that made you feels bad. I’M SORRY.

Things get worse each and every day. I just don’t know what to do. I feel like giving up being a partner in your life. You definitely deserve someone much better than me. Things aren’t going the way we wanted. These are the challenges waiting for us. Next, bigger and tougher. Hold on my hands tight if you want me to stay. Don’t let go, cause I will fall any time soon, and that’s I called THE END.

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