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Thursday, May 29, 2008 @ 11:16 PM

today i went to tanjong katong complex to accompany sheryl to get her violin case. holy crap, thats like one of the most wulu places ive been to. its literally in the middle of nowhere. then we went to suntec where we had carls junior for lunch. omgggg. sheryl was asking the guy at the counted which burger was the least fattening -_- so we ate and we sat there and just talked. and somehow we lost track of time and it was 5pm. NARNIA tomorrow! :D

the thing about the holidays is that it gives you a lot of free time. and the thing about lots of free time is that it makes you think a lot about different things. and i did. i thought a lot about stuff
you know everytime i think about it but only now i start to really really think about it and its like, i realised, we're not really good friends are we. but you see the thing is, i treat you like a good friend, but you don't. i tell you things and i want you to keep them secret cause you know, thats what friends let alone good friends do. but well, you tell other people, yeah they're my friends too but doesnt mean that i want them to know. you tell others, you make things so damn obvious, you joke about it thinking its funny. i keep telling you stuff cause i think i can trust you but i must be stupid. i tell you things cause i consider you my good friend but hey you dont consider me a good friend. you dont really tell me things but you know what, i cant be bothered to give a damn anymore. you only tell me things when im the only one that can help you out and shit. you come find me when you need me to bail you out. and admit it, i've saved your ass countless times but nope, no appreciation whatsoever. i'm not even your backup friend, i'm like your frikking backup backup backup friend. so you know what, i'm done bailing you out. i'm done with you treating me like crap. i'm done with you thinking that you're better than everyone else. i'm not gonna be there for you when theres no one else to turn to. you put yourself on a fucking pedestal but be careful, when you fall, its a long way down.

miserable at best

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