i decided to continue here. okay, the 14th marks 18 months of us being together. i specially took leave today to kinda like celebrate a little. so we did some tennis and tanning. okay, so that went well, in fact it was great. somehow the rest of the day was just a mess. he decided to go clubbing with his friends. ladies night, wow. without me, wow wow. actually i chose not to go along. didnt wanna lie to my mum. but point is he was prob happier that way.
i dont give a shit whos reading this or what who says abt this, but im depressed and ive had enough of pretending everything is fine and that its a oh-so-nice day. call me sensitive and paranoid but hello, you put a guy in a club like zouk with alcohol and lotsa hot ladies, whos gonna remb the girlfriend at home tossing and turning in bed. so you say i should have more faith. please, just go to hell.
i just wish greg would fly back now to talk to me, and tell me that everythings gonna be alright.
irritating hotmail and msn is not working, what perfect timing.
if you didnt already know what im like, do not mention this to me again, even if ure innocent. go ahead and call me unreasonable, i have too much to bottle up. so my rantings here are all i hafta say. there shall be no further discussion full stop
i would like to restate my stand though, sometimes i really hate you. i said sometimes
