Doesn't feel like it at all. No care. No concern. No love. No security. No smses. No outings. No doing of stuff I expected. Comeon debra. Just face it. You're destined to go solo and lepak everynight to keep yourself from pondering about stuff. But what's the point. Sleepless nights. Feels like you don't even realise my existance. Not to mention what am I to you. Why am I the one still trying. Thanks Gary for listening to me. You're always the one waking me up but I don't know why I'm still going on. Trying and trying. Sometimes I wish I was a mahjong tile -.- Feel your acknowledgement and your touch almost everynight.
Life's a bitch
/Heartache