hate is a strong word, indeed.

and i seriously hate being misjudged in terms of character, personality, actions, and everything about me by the ones i love.
the word trust had been flushed down the toilet bowl.
i can hear very clearly what is going on in the background when min was talking to me over the phone.

now, i don't have the mood to give her the chocs. i want to eat it myself. i was angry but now, i am sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad.


'why are you so moody today?'
TIRED

lame reply and stupid excuses.

i cried.