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Tuesday, 10 September 201303:41

Haishhhh!!!~  I'm  suddenly,  I'm  remember  'him'  when  I  saw  this  quotes:

I'm  so  jiwang  today, huh?


He  was  my  first  boyfriend  ever. Honestly, it's  my  first  time  someone called  me  'sweet  nickname'  ever. It's  my  first  time  were  a  guy  confessed  his  love  to  me.  But, it  doesn't   last  longer.

I  ended  our  relationship on  28  February  2013.  I'm  tired. I'm  tired  to   be  patience.  Tired  to  be  understanding.  I  can't  stand  for  another   heartache  anymore. Game  over!


I  put  all blame  on him. He  doesn't  care  of  me  anymore, that  was  what  I'd  so  to  myself. He  rarely  replied  my  message. He's  like  don't  has  any  mood  with  me. Seems  he  ignored me. I  always  remembered  our  sweet  memories  when  I mad  at him.  I don't  want  our  relationship  ended  like  that.

BUT  I  DID.


Okay... It's  really  tough  and  I;m  get  depressed  about  it. I  start  to  hate  school. I like  to  be  alone. I  barely  to delete  his  messages  and  photos.  All  his  messages  that  I  wrote in  a  book, is  a rubbish  now.

It  tooks a  long  period,  talk  to  myself. It's  not  just  his  fault. It's  also  mine  too.

I  want  to  forget  him. Truth?  I  still  have  feelings  to  him.  But, I  let Allah  decide. HE  knows  what  the  best  for  me  more  than  anyone.


I'm grateful. If  I  don't know  how  is  broken  heart  felt,  I  never  appreciated  everything  around  me. Especially,  family  and  friendship.

I think  my  heart  is  okay  now. Because  finally  I  found  the  cure. (^_^)

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