Monday, January 14, 2008
I've made a fool of everyone.
I feel like tearing myself apart, but my weak soul cant take it no more.
I need sumwhere to rest, somewhere to take shelter, somewhere to grieve in silence.
Look what you've done, Mr Kwek.
I've made her my choice. But will she make me her choice?
A gamble, with everything i have slowly thrown in. If i lose, i guess i can choose to jump off S. Raja Block.
@ 9:43 PM