u hang my phone fer de first time, u nv do dis to me b4. to u,
is all my fault. watever i say, is all my fault, i'm juz a bitch, a fucker. everytink.
but hab u ever tink y i feel dis way?
how am i suppose to tell u how i feel. HOW?!?
i'm stupid, i'm dumb. i'm not gud at words.
but hab u ever tink y i felt dis way?
u used to say, i make u feel tat u can nv tell me how u feel, CONGRATS, u make me taste my own Medicine.
i'm speechless, coz to u, EVERYTINK IS MY FAULT!
but i hab 2 say, u nv understand how i feel at all..
& now u've hurt me, u stab me wid a knife.
my heart is bleeding, bleeding non-stop.
i'm oways beside u, but u've notice it, but i'm right beside u, telling u how much i need u, but u cant hear it,
ur oways wid ur frens, monday to friday, all we hab was sat. & ONLY SAT! am i wrong, tat i juz wanna be selfish?!? tat sat is mine? is it wrong?!? i wan u to make me stay!?! is it i must SAY or SPELL out EVERYTINK, den u'll understand.
SHiRLYN LITTLE MISS TWENTY-ONE
09 January 1989
SIM- RMIT
Business Management
If you think you know me,
read my blog and think again. I'm imperfect and I'm Lovin' It.
I'm the only witness and
the only person who can judge my life.