we broke up.
packed all the stuff he gave to me into a huge bag and returned it all back to him.
my head's spinning and spinning.
i don't feel like talking to anyone.
damai dearest sorry i couldn't make it for your chalet. happy birthday! (:
shall let slumberland wipe away these painful tears. sleep is the best remedy. see, only the sleepless worry and cry.
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