"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
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someday i'm going to get my retribution. for this seemingly logic-less repulsion which causes others to get hurt. sigh. maybe there is a reason. maybe it's an automatic defence system which my heart has built over the years. that i only allow myself to hope for and like something impossible. in a way it gives me a sense of security, because i know i will never ever obtain it.

sorry.

to my dear rambutan: thanks a million for being there when i need someone to talk to. i'm really touched. that everytime you agree to meet me immediately after i call, no matter what time it is. and you never fail to cheer me up with your presence. thanks for being such a great friend, i don't know how i'll survive without you.