I swear I'm fucking losing it.
Thought I heard the mention of his name and my heart practically leaped outta my chest.
The up and coming O's are fucking cramping my style.
Because of them, I feel guilty doing anything fun, or at least, my usual activities of clubbing, towning and going all the way to gardens just to chill. Only hanging in Jurong (since it's near my place) eases the guilt a little.
Guess what, I haven't studied at all. Not one bit. Chem Maths Lit CombHumans.
Okay, now there is a mention saying he's just the same, playing with a hooker and texting her. Fuck okay. I don't give one fuck la.
And it sucks that I can't do anything bout it. I won't because you deserve so much and I'm not even close to worthy right now.
Ah. I hate myself.
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