i miss the you in 2008.
it was a good year.
i thought we have common interest, that you are different.
but you are just like one of them. wolf under the sheep's skin. pretending to be someone you are not.
it was all a lie. a good lie. a lie that ruin my life.
thank you very much.
Seriously, why do you want the best of everything in life when you yourself aren't anywhere near normal? why can't you be contented with life and not asked for more? people don't read reviews to be your friend. they don't ask around to want to know you. why get so worked up when things turn out bad? things are not perfect? life still goes on. you gave me an imperfect breakup but yet ask me to move on. are you being fair? can't i asked for more when you are asking for more? you aren't perfect and people like me still stick around.