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Will never be the women with the perfect hair,
who can wear white and not spill on it.

Huda Nabila
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Saturday, December 05, 2009
You're fine.


I wish you're still clueless about this site. Just don't want you to know what's happening here. I am secretive like that. Travelled all the way to your place to make you feel better with my presence, i know it meant a lot you. No one knows how exactly you're going through in your life now and I am glad to be there for you.

Sometimes I feel bad and I know it's unfair. All I say was the bad things you did, what about the good things you've done? I kept it far away, without realising people might look down on you or thought I make the wrong choice. I'm sorry if I'm being mean to you. Your condition has always make me feel worried because anything can happen and maybe, just maybe, the next thing I know, last night will be the last moment I am with you. You're gone.

From today onwards, I want them to understand us more but how am i suppose to start? Dear, you're too nice at times. And too protective. I don't know whether to love you or not. Sometimes, I just don't wish to say anything about us when they start asking because really, I've got no words to say. All I do is just smile and giggled, act everything's fine. Which is not. Honestly, I dislike saying we're only dating when we're actually not. But you're not my boyfriend either. As much as I don't want to say it's complicated but actually we are.
I know money can't buy me happiness,
but it does bring me a more pleasant form of misery.