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Saturday, October 06, 2007

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too much time have got me thinking.
what is love?
and do i really know whether its there or not.
be it with family.
or friends.
or even guys.

nad have been the greatest to me.
i've been at my lowest point.
and she still here despite having her own probs.
i love her.
thats for sure.

my parents have been more stern and strict with me.
and i love it.
at least its clearer to see that .
they love me.
lol.
and my maid has been more then just a maid to me.
a great friend indeed.

after being with a couple of guys during these past 5 years.
made me feel so many different ways.
not knowing which one is love.
or if they were just puppy love.
or infactuation.
but be it whatever i felt.
i always do get hurt in the end.

these past few days.
or weeks.
i've been on a roller coster feeling.
it changes in a blink of an eye.
and it gets me confuse.

these past few days.
the only reason i look forward to tmrw is bec of you.
but you wont even know.

the heart always wants what it wants.
but its just scary to let someone in again.
even though you loved him.
or maybe still do.

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