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Saturday, June 14, 2008

Baby, I miss you this much, but you don't. You said you'll go online, but where are you? Probably sleeping and forgetting me. I'm tired of waiting for you to go online, its been an hour and ten minutes. Where are you?

This is shit. I'm in a bad mood. I hate feeling like you've just left me behind and stopped caring for me. It's like I'm a doll and you've stopped playing with me when I'm broken. Playing. Why did I use that word. This doesn't make any sense. Let's cut the crap.

...

Did I sounded desperate? Wtf, I do. Who cares, at least I'm not gonna show how desperate I am to you anymore. He never was desperate of me this much..

Where are you?

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